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14 August 2015

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I saw him again today. He looked even better than he did the last time.

His five o’clock shadow was divine. It must be a new look that he’s going for, it looked heavenly.

He walked into the bar where I was working just before five. I was his attendant for the evening and I loved every minute of it.

Well up to the point where I decided to spill his drink on him. LOL!. I had to make it memorable for him as well

It wasn’t easy getting the job at the bar. 

I had to offer that greedy SOB of a manager two hundred thousand naira to let me work there for a month. I had to tell him that it was for research purposes into the life of the young hard working Nigerian of course, I couldn't tell him that I had stalked Tall, Dark and Handsome for close to two weeks to learn his routine and find out his favourite spots in the city, could I?

Anyway, I consider it to be a good form of investment for greater things to come in the future.

Plus I wouldn't really miss it.

One of the many perks of being the only daughter of a mostly absent billionaire father was that, you had no spending limit.


Trailing him for the two weeks it took to get to know his routine wasn’t easy at all. It involved a lot of waiting and I hate waiting

I had to quit my fun job at the store too. I’d already started to be friends with the other girl at the counter and I already had regular people who came to shop who mostly, if not always, told me to “keep the change”

hahaha

It made me feel special. 

#sigh. I loved that job. It was fun.



TDH drank a lot today.  

Guess he still needed time to get over his girlfriend. I would really hate to think he was an alcoholic.

Why was it taking him so long anyway? It’s been almost 3weeks since her death; anybody would have accepted it by now.  It was pathetic what happened to her though. Such a crazy accident. lol

What can I say? when you date a guy as cute as that, you really need to be more careful where you park your car, if you have one, because these kind of brake failures could happen. You never know.

"Eyewitnesses say the car lost control, collided with another car, killing the driver and critically injuring the passengers. Then it flipped over a couple of times and landed into that ditch over there and caught fire" the young man on the news had said

Lmao!!

Punching holes in the gas tank had been a last minute after thought. It finished it off perfectly. The icing on my cake. hehe

She was only meant to skid off the road and end up in a ditch somewhere but the selfish bitch had collided with another car before doing herself in.

What do you do when your brakes fail? Weren’t you supposed to avoid other people on the road and just go alone if you saw it coming?

Smh. I just knew she was pathetic.


So why was it soo hard for TDH to get over it? 

When mother died, I got over it pretty quickly and moved on. Even at 14, I guess I was pretty mature. I understood what life was about.

I hate immature people and TDH was beginning to look pathetic like his ex.

I still love him though so I’m willing to give him a little more time.


I spilled a little drink on his shirt today.

Intentionally of course, I hate clumsy people so why would I be? And this happened:

“Oh-!” I feigned horror as he jumped back in his seat “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m such a klutz. ”

“What the-“ he looked absolutely furious

“please let me make up for this” I produced a clean white handkerchief from my uniform pocket that I had perfumed well in hopes of that encounter, handed it to him and threw him a “let me buy you another drink” before running off to get the drink.

Of course I knew he wouldn’t accept another drink. No one in their right mind would. I just wanted him to remember me for it.

By the time I went back with the drink, he had calmed down a little

“I didn’t ask you to do that” he waved the drink away “you can take it back. Think I’m done for today, get me my bill please”

“I can’t take it back sir” I said to him “I already paid for it”

“Take the drink back”

“sir, the bartender doesn’t take back drinks he has already poured. I think its against the rules. He won’t take it back from me”

I wasn’t even sure about this. Actually, I could care less about the rules. After paying 200k, I could as well walk around naked without giving it second thought, I just didn’t want to take the drink back because then the whole point of bringing it would be moot.

“you can drink it then” he said without looking at me

“I can’t sir” I said “I’m still working. Plus I don't hold alcohol well”

He looked at me then. Finally he saw me.

 I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His eyes were practically drilling holes into my forehead. It took all my willpower then not to burst into laughter. I was enjoying myself too much not to.

He was momentarily dumbfounded, I’m sure. 

Not just am I a REAL looker, I’ve got IT in all the right places too plus I’m not afraid to flaunt it either. I'd tweaked my uniform for that especially. 

After all, what good would it do me if I paid 200k for a job and I couldn’t tweak my uniform in all the right places?

Finally, he said “you think buying me another drink and insisting I drink it would make this better?” He gestured his stained shirt “you ruined my shirt. I have a meet in less than an hour and I have this to contend with”

 “oh no, no, it was just the least I could do, considering… It would have been better if I could buy you another shirt but I doubt if I could afford it and washing it for you, well, that would be out of the question right now so the drink seemed like the next best thing, I’m really sorry” I made sure to finish with an awkward smile.

That was when he smiled.  He chuckled actually and shook his head.

“Get me my bill please” he said after that.



Impression made.




 ...to be continued







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