It
was a cosy Friday evening and I couldn’t wait for the closing bell to go off.
The last one hour seemed to be longer than the preceding hours. It’s been a
long week and I hadn’t looked forward to the weekend like this before. At this
moment all I could think of was my bed. I’ve missed it so much as I had spent
most nights of the week pulling an all-nighter at the office. There was so much
caffeine in my system and I was beginning to be oblivious of things I had at my
beck and call.
As
soon as I got off work, I headed to a pub two streets away from my house as was
my usual Friday tradition [#TGIF things]. I ordered for a bottle of red wine and
a plate of catfish pepper soup [Point and Kill]. I loosened my tie, unbuckled
my belt, washed my hands and began to dissect the fish in front of me. Indeed I
was enjoying the fruits of my labour. I hurried through the collation as I
couldn’t wait to get home and sleep the weekend off.
As
I was making my way out of the pub, right in front of me was a light-skinned
Blondie with the physique of an hour glass and gorgeously dressed in her well
fitted black suit, a white shirt and a red pair of stilettoes. To complement
this already resplendent look was her lips which were coated with glossy red
lipstick. She was
just entering the pub and I was heading out as I was already tinted with
blurred vision. As she passed me, I felt like approaching her but I was really
drowsy and my bed was calling. I spent few seconds outside the door pondering
on whether to go home and sleep as was my initial intent or respond to the
stimulus pricking me to walk up to her as I might not get to see her again. Few
seconds later, I headed back inside and there she was leaning over at the
counter and this time I had a clear view of her rear which left me almost
drooling. I hit the counter, sat on the stool beside hers and ordered for a
glass of my favourite cocktail for starters.
I
sat there staring at her and she was all smiles each time we made eye contact
as if to suggest she was also into me. I had a lot going on in my mind as I was
looking for the perfect pick up line to sway this posh damsel with, but I was
totally blank and couldn’t remember one out of the several cheesy pick-up lines
that had worked for me in times past, so I had to improvise and I came up with
a rather crappy one. I said, ‘excuse me miss, you must be tired cuz you’ve been
running through my mind.’ She giggled and turned towards me. How that sounded
cool to her was improbable to me. I guess she was already tipsy and everything
sounded cool to her or she was so into me that she could care less about
whatever I had to say. ‘I’m Mikel, and you’re?’ Ecstatically she replied ‘I’m
Tricia but you can call me Trish for short.’ ‘Oh wow! Such a lovely name you’ve
got Trish, nice to meet you.’ ‘Thanks Mike, nice to meet you too.’ We raised
our glasses and made a toast.
We
left the counter and moved to a more comfy table for two where we ordered a pub
grub and some more drinks as we continued with the typical getting to know each
other convo. We got along so well that people in the pub would probably think
we’ve known each other since like forever. At this point, the chemistry between
us was getting stronger and I was already nursing some rather ambitious
thoughts of things that should transcend the bonding at the pub. A brother
could actually get laid tonight, I thought. There and then our heads began to
converge and I felt like my dreams were becoming flesh. Just as my lips
caressed hers, the office buzzer went off.
I opened my eyes and discovered that it was only just a dream as I was
still seated in my cubicle. Indeed it was a different kettle of fish with Linda who is a complete disparity of ‘Trish’ standing in the cubicle opposite mine winking
at me. I hissed, picked up my already packed bag and headed home with a long
face.
