Episode 2

Episode 2

So, where were we?

As I am walking back to work my three brain cells are occupied by both baby names and ideas for a great date. As long as I’m being honest, it was more of happy skipping than walking. So anyway, I get back to work mainly to google the shit out of great places for a first date – please don’t tell my boss. I was torn in between something simple and going all in - which I tend to do, a lot. Hell, with how I was feeling, I’d have taken her to Naples. I settled on a simple picnic, simple and romantic. Oh, and by the way, I don’t care what you heard, I most definitely did not wear a tux to a picnic.

The big day was that Saturday, just 5 days away, 5 long days. I will not bore you with details of just how mind-numbingly long that week was for me so let’s just fast forward to Saturday or better yet Friday night.

I’m laying in bed totally freaking out and nervous about the date. I got the whole package: overthinking, making up scenarios in my head, panicking, panicking about panicking – I got it all. After what felt like eons of tossing and turning, I was finally able to get some sleep and just like that Saturday was here.

Normally I just put on the first thing I see and it always seems to work but today was no ordinary day. I have never taken that much time picking out what to wear but it was all for a worthy cause. I have never looked that fine in my life so it was absolutely worth it. I walked out, spring in my step, ready to carpe the shit out of that diem. I passed by the supermarket to get some snacks for the picnic before I picked Tracy up. I was feeling pretty calm and confident – I had sweat all the nerves out the previous night.

I swear to God I exclaimed out loud when I saw her walk down the steps from her apartment. The baggy clothes she was in last I saw her did not do her justice. Today, she was in a little black dress and let me tell you Maina, wow! Legs for days and curves like a Leo Messi freekick!! God really wasn’t playing when he created her. Either my inhibitions were compromised or she intentionally walked in slow-mo – seemed to, at least. I am not complaining though. If anything, if it were up to me, I’d stop time in its entirety and just marvel at God’s best work – gawk really but that’s beside the point. Fast forward a couple of years later and she finally gets to the car. I give her a bear hug and smell her hair of course.

Snacks, a deck of cards, a Lionel Richie mix tape and a beautiful woman. As far as I’m concerned, I’d won the lottery. What could go wrong?

_storyteller.

 

 

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  1. Anonymous29 June 2022 at 19:56

    You jinxed it.... You never say what could go wrong...
    What did you do?

    ReplyDelete

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