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content. Please enjoy, and please be
guided accordingly.
I finally nailed
one of my dream men once upon a December.
Nuwanda and two of his friends went to my place to have a drink. After having their fill of alcohol, the two
young men went with my best friend, while I had Nuwanda to myself.
After that, I would rarely text Nuwanda, if at all. I would ask for his mobile phone number
almost every time we met in the street.
I never bothered to contact him.
I just wanted his number for future reference.
Once upon a
January, I saw Nuwanda buying beer from a store across my residence. I asked for his number again and gave him my
number. Before midnight, he texted, “Anu
miss mo ba ko (What? Do you miss
me?).” I never bothered to reply.
Nuwanda texted a number of times after that. No reply from the queen of dedma.
Between January and May not so long ago (before 2019), Nuwanda and I
would go out to lunch or dinner. Nuwanda
would go out with me after his work. He
helps his parents sell fruits and vegetables in the market. They’re a hardworking bunch of folks. No sex ever again. I’d just feel his hard-on now and then and
pinch his nipples ‘til he turns red and squirms in pain.
Years later, last night (May 18), I saw him driving his family’s motorcyle. He saw me sitting outside a variety store and
gave a distinct look of surprise. His
house was around a hundred steps away from the store. He acknowledged me again when he drove along
the same road on his way back home.
After a minute or so, he went to where I was sitting and asked for my
number and left.
Fast forward an hour or so later.
I had to excuse myself from a meeting because a former love (yes dear –
love) dropped by. Let’s call him
Nike. Nike was there not for me but for
somebody else. They’re on strictly
business terms; we’re not. So, raging
hormones were released last night. White
Walkers would walk again from the spill, I suppose.
Before Nike and I could wrap things up, my dear friend knocked on the
door and informed me Nuwanda was outside waiting for me. Whoa.
Well, nothing happened between Nuwanda and me. We just talked for a short while. We have each other’s number. That should be good enough. For now.
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Note: White Walkers are supernatural creatures in the phenomenal HBO series Game of Thrones. The final episode of the series will air hours from now.
