So I didn't grind him...

Kini big deal?

continued from my last...

Anyway I was at another party where the DJ played mostly crunk and hip hop I was definitely in my dance mode with a bunch of other girls when a few guys joined in and disappeared with some of the girls to their quiet grinding corners.

Girls can be wicked when guys are thrown in the equation.

So, this my so-called acquaintance who's my best guy friend during the week (we rarely talk during weekends) comes to dance. As my buddy, I danced without even thinking; facing him just enjoying myself without bothering if he was in front of me or not. He vexed and wanted me to turn around. Oya o! I turned but lai lai, I'm a temple. Ok, I was just having fun dutty whining and cranking Soujah-boy, didn't having to be all over his thighs.

(He dey crase think say I no get sense).

I continued dancing mindlessly with no body contact (though in my mind I was just laughing at the deprived poor guy...!) Thing is 80% of the girls there would jump at the opportunity to dance with this dude. Apparently he is some hot somebody. Sha, I saw a friend and ran to say hi. I'm sure he was singing praises.

Okay, this guy can be stand out as a man-skank during parties (take it from me. I'll rather he get paid for the lap dances he gives those his girls, then he can concentrate on that side hustle not my inability to satisfy his grindly desires). The music started crunking my head for me and I left. Later I saw (in a bulletin) that he was leading/ preaching at evening service in our school church (I'm still trying not to judge oh!)

From Monday till Friday, we'll see hug, talk about personal issues and once people even thought we were dating. We rarely talk during weekend parties. Now he has a girlfriend so I'm free of grind-threats... though he's hardly faithful to her in that department.

Hmmmm!

One Abuja guy....

I met this guy through a guy friend. He was very posh, classy, far from razz. Money and exposure can do anything. I was impressed because I'm allergic to razzness (you'll even be wonder why when you see me oh! lolia! lol!). He was definitely NOT for me considering age and my immature tendencies, I handled with caution. Knowing this guy friend of mine, I knew where the brother hung out, the diddy lifestyle and all. Hustler, trust-fund baby, hardworker, liver of the good life, fresh out of university type. I think he went to Igbenidion.

He gave me his phone to put my number in. I put my number in and flashed my phone to get his number. The atmosphere didn't tolerate fronting.

He called. I didn't call back didn't want to sing to his melody.

He called again and started inventing gist that he supposedly gave me during his last phonecall. I'm far from stupid so I know what gist was transmitted to my ears. I was confused. I think he'd talked to too many girls.

He called to ask if he could some take me out. I was busy and seriously, I knew I was too stupid to be able to handle this one. I might shiver and faint during dinner, or shout Igbo Church songs during a movie, or worse case have to reveal my celibacy agendas...I'm a little nuts sometimes.

He called to ask why I didn't ever call him back.

He called to ask if I could come by and see him when he was hanging out near my house.

He stopped calling.

I saw him a year later during hols. Then saw him like all-the-time. He was kinda popular in his church (House on the Rock), in Ceddi Plaza joints, even my NYSC Corper friend knew him for 'forex' buying from the bank for his intercontinental vacations. I just said hi when we bumped. He confronted me saying "you act like you don't know me!" No one around would even think that it was HE that used to call me the way he did. Only God knows what Omobaba wanted.

He was too old for me. Though he's only a few years older than boo. My current limit stops at 24 until I'm ripe for marriage and become less picky.

Then I saw his pics on facebok with some chic I know. Chic was busy looking fly. They were really hanging out in one of those posh Abuja lounges. I think she might have felt accomplished hanging out with him. I wonder how they met necause she's soooo my age. (I shalt judge not!)

I just cringed! I added him on facebook and with the help of stalker mechanism, I know that he is a socialite, frequent wedding attender, mad party goer, globe trotter/ frequent traveller, ladies' love, and swagger machine....

I still stored his number in my phone. For future networking never know when I'll start calling him.

Whatever!!!!!!!Maybe I'm just paranoid.