By Mary Odiong
It all started with a blind date set up by my best friend Juliet. Friends always doing the most, I guess 🤔 . It is time for you to re-enter the marriage market. You're not getting any younger, Juliet always rants.
At first, I opposed the decision. I told her I was done with men and relationships. That, of course, was a lie. Despite my failure, I still dreamed of finding love. I still wanted to one day hold my child. Juliet, having known me forever, knew that.
So, Juliet set up the meeting without my knowledge and once everything was planned, Juliet called every day at 5.00 in the morning to remind me of the schedule. After six days of sleep deprivation, I gave up. What was one date in exchange for my sanity?
I checked my reflection in my car's rear-view mirror and smiled. It was already eight in the evening. I flipped back my long braids, which were curled at the tips, then applied fresh lipstick.
With one last glance in the mirror, I turned off the engine and stepped out of my silver BMW sports car. I gave the gleaming hood a tap as I walked past. The clicking of my heels against the parking concrete floor set a rhythm that made my hips sway.
My steps faltered, and for a moment, I wobbled on the thin stilts keeping me upright. Once I regained my equilibrium, a quick glance around ensured no one witnessed my embarrassment.
It's just a blind date. Nothing you can't handle. I smoothed out the hair that fell out of place and increased my pace.
Despite these reassurances, the knot in my gut refused to go away. It had been too long since I'd been on a blind date. Five years to be exact. I was supposed to marry my university sweetheart this year.
That was until I caught him with his face buried between his secretary boobs. His image in the act flashed before my eyes which made my blood curdle in my veins.
I stopped in front of the elevator and vented my anger on the up button. I jammed it six consecutive times before recovering a semblance of calmness. Yet even when the anger had passed, my anxiety wouldn't ease.
Juliet, if this goes wrong, I'm gonna kill you.
The elevator doors finally opened. As expected, there was already a bunch of people inside, chatting and some ladies taking pictures I guess, half of the people in the restaurant had their faces glued to their phones.
I looked into the crowd and reviewed what I knew about the guy. Juliet had refused to tell me anything, except that he was tall, handsome, and owned a business. She wouldn't even show me his picture or give her his name, claiming that I am extremely judgmental.
Well, she knew me too well.
As I stepped in, I was greeted by two women in identical black dresses.
"Welcome! Do you have a reservation?" one of them asked.
"Yes, my name's Gloria Mark."
"Good evening, Ms. Gloria. This way please." One of the two led me inside.
"Here you go, miss." The woman stopped beside a table for two.
I looked at the man who stood up when we arrived. Just as Juliet had said, he was tall. Even in my four-inch heels, the top of my head only reached his eyes. I purposely avoided his eyes and followed the length of his straight nose. My gaze then dropped to his full lips, parted to reveal a smile that was made for toothpaste commercials.
The hostess excused herself. He nodded without sparing her a glance.
"How's the view?"
I was so engrossed in the debate over whether or not his jaw could cut steel, it took me a while to realize he was saying something.
"Hello?" he said again.
"P...pardon?" My stutter made him cringe inwardly. Confidence, I repeated to myself.
"I was just wondering if you're enjoying the view." He tilted his head towards the skyline. He released the breath that was trapped in my lungs. "Oh, yeah, it's beautiful."
He nodded in agreement. "I think so, too."
I narrowed my eyes wondering what games he was trying to pull out...
(Will this turn out good? Watch Out for next week)