Art Thou Thy Bae's Bae? (Continuation)

Fast forward about a year after, I received a call from an unknown individual who turned out to be Nicanor. By then, I had completely forgotten about him and I was surprised and excited when he told me he was in town. We hooked up that weekend and I must say he’s a lot finer in person.
He happened to be this very tall, dark, handsome, well-mannered and eloquent gentleman. He was the first of my virtual friends that I met in person and I wasn’t disappointed. Thereafter, we chatted occasionally till we gradually started chatting every minute. He became the best of my virtual friends and subconsciously, I started talking about him a whole lot. Vicky asked me what was up with both of us and I coyly told her we were just friends. She told me she did not see any reason why just a friend should rent so much space in my head and she hopes this does not end up to be one of my numerous stories that touch the heart.
Nick and I kept being friends for months unend and this guy did not say ANYTHING. So I did what I normally do whenever I find myself in this kind of situation. I got over him whilst we still talked on a daily basis. That horrible period of time you have to get over someone you never dated. I still do not know how I get to do that whenever the need arises but trust me, it is one of the best gifts God has deposited in me and I am truly thankful for it. I got over him and in less than a month, I found myself in a short situationship with Ayo.
I told Nick about Ayo shortly after we started dating and this coldness came from him. We rarely talked and I missed my friend. Months passed and I did not feel a thing for my very clueless boyfriend, so rather than waste both of our time, I nipped it in the bud.
Nick and I started talking again and this time, he told me he would like to be out of the friend zone because he liked me. Though he did not declare his intention, a part of me felt he finally crawled out of his shell because he did not expect me to go ahead and date someone else. Then again, Vicky told me to use my head and my reply was “I love my place in his heart”. If and only if people could chew their words!
…..to be continued

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