Art Thou Thy Bae's Bae? (Conclusion)

By this time we were already very fond of each other or so I thought and things were really going on very fine till the morning I woke up to a very large, bitter dose of reality. Sanzy woke me up with countless pings and a picture asking me to confirm if it was my Nick or not. I confirmed his identity and yes, he was on her little cousin’s case too. I was mad, then in denial, then calm till I went blank. I walked into Vicky’s room looking like a homeless and starved church rat. She asked me what the problem was and I simply blurted “Nick is a player”. With that I told you so look that I detest so much on her face, she scoffed, smirked and replied me with the coldest matter of factly “oh, so you are just knowing?” I foolishly slow mo-ed back to my room to continue that very long chat with Sanzy. The conversation did nothing but leave us both with the same questions on our minds. “Why is he leading Beatrice and me on?” “How many other ladies are there on the list?”
I thought and thought for several hours and as insensate as it may sound, Nicanor was the only person I wanted to talk to. I eventually did speak with him and need I say I was more of offended than befuddled when he confirmed my speculations. Yes, I wasn’t the only lady he was kicking it with and as if to console me, he added “but you are the only one I’m serious with”. I felt like giving him a terrible knock on the head. Did he expect me to expect him to say “oh, you are indeed the least favourite cattle in the flock”?
Pained as I was, I was at least glad about the fact that he did not lie. Weird right? I guess he knows how much it disgusts me when people lie. Somewhere in my head, it was going to be the end of whatever it was we were or had if he lied to me about what I asked and for the first time in my entire life; I allowed my emotions becloud my sense of judgement. I actually had a good time laughing at myself as I made excuses for him. I mean, it is not like we are in a relationship or anything. The fact that I did not allow myself think of the possibilities of him talking to other ladies does not exactly mean he would not.
If this and the ones before it have taught me anything, it would be to learn to keep my eggs in as many baskets as possible. It has taught me that in as much as I have to keep hearts in the game of cards; my heart has to be completely left out of it. It has taught me to dance in the rain rather than wait for the storm to be over. It has taught me that the heart cannot but want what it wants, that is why the brain is there for checks and balances. Ultimately, it has taught me to explore every possible opportunity. Life is too short to put it on hold for anybody’s sake. Moral of this entire story, know your place in people’s lives and act accordingly.
My name is Oluwadamilola, I am single and tired of searching.

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