On Friday *Matty called me. If I'd started blogging a few years back I would have bent all your ears with stories of Matty. I met Matty on twitter. Our meeting was just so weird. Then I used to be really active on twitter, you know, it was the last thing I did at night before I slept and the first thing I did once I woke up. Matty started following me when I had a picture of a very curvaceous lady in a bikini. The day after that he unfollowed me. He then explained that the near-nude picture made him uncomfortable. I couldn't care less. I was like; please who's this weirdo *rme*? He retweeted most of my tweets but I continued to ignore him. Till one day he dm'd me and we started chatting. Then he said he had to drive and asked for my number and then he called. Immediately we fell in friendship. We gisted for hours and we found we both worked in VI (I was doing my Chamber Attachment then) so we made plans for lunch the next day. The next day at noon he sent his driver to pick me up and bring me to meet him at Chevron staff club where we had lunch and drinks and gisted. I thought he worked with Chevron but in his words; "no I don't. Chevron is one of my clients. Haha! Chevron can't pay my salary". Matty wasn't arrogant, just honest. But really you couldn't blame him if he was arrogant, he had a First Class in Engineering from one of our oldest Universities and never had to look for work. Three days into NYSC Shell came and picked him up from camp and it had been one huge offer or the other since then. So Matty and I had lunch, the first of many to come.
The next day 30yr old Matty sent his driver to meet with a hand-written letter, a Blue Ray DVD of a movie he insisted I just had to watch, and lunch from the club. There was a tiny note attached to the letter where he asked if we could do dinner that night. Check NO or YES. I checked yes and returned the note to his driver. That evening at the close of work they came to pick me up and he took me to some Lebanese restaurant somewhere in VI. In the weeks that followed he would come and pick me up for the breakfast buffet at Federal Palace Hotel (where on days neither of us were busy) we would sit outside and have drinks till lunch time and then go back in for lunch, then back out for more drinks, gist, niblets and when evening came it was another restaurant some place or the other.
Matty just wasn't there for the good times (but the good times were many. My first time at Radisson Blu, Oriental and Four Points were all with Matty), he was an awesome friend. Wise beyond his years and the kindest individual I had ever met. Our relationship never went beyond platonic but nobody believed I wasn't sleeping with him. Whenever I needed to travel all I had to do was call him and he would take care of my tickets, and sometimes my hotel accomodation. On my birthday that year he called in the morning and I jokingly mentioned I wanted the Bold 4. It had just come out then and was selling for over 90k. A few minutes after we spoke some guy was at my office with a brand new Bold 4 and an envelope with 40k, just in case I wanted to go out after work (he wasn't in town).
One day after I was done with Law School he took my bestie and I out, she was in law school then, so we went to pick her up and took her out with us. We were along Ajose Adeogun when she brought out three rolls of human hair and showed him and told him she was selling them and jokingly asked him to buy it for me, the hair wasn't even hers but before we finished laughing Matty cleared beside one of the Zenith Banks, came down to use the ATM and gave her 120k for the hair (since there's a limit to what he could withdraw he completed the money with cash from his pigeon hole). Bestie and I were stunned but we kept quiet as she slipped the 120grand into my bag (of course I gave her a cut later.)
Through failed relationships and disappointments Matty was there beside me, advising, consoling, counseling. He would hug me and promise me that things would get better then would give an analysis on the relationship and why it didn't work. And on a few weekends he would scoop me away to one private beach or the other where we would spend the weekend. Once we went alone, other times we went with a chic he was dating.
Like normal friends Matty and I had a number of quarels which were usually his fault. (I've noticed that extremely smart people can be quite stupid and clueless at times, sometimes they don't know what they're doing or saying is wrong.) we always reconciled and remained friends. On my birthday the next year my friend wanted to throw me a surprise thingy and it was Matty who funded the whole shebang! Oh, did I also add that when I was looking for an apartment in my Service year he gave me the money for my house rent (without me asking), and this wasn't the usual corpers' accomodation. Matty Matty Matty....
As they say; all good things come to an end. Matty and I drifted apart (marriage/kids/life), and even though we live barely five minutes from each other I've not seen him in about two years although we speak once in a while.
Now I'm writing this not because I miss Matty (although I do) but because I need a new Matty. PLEASE WHO WILL BE MY NEW MATTY O!!!!!!!!!! I miss that life of excess, luxury, abundance, spas & pampering, unconditional love, platonic friendship, understanding, five star hotels, exquisite cuisine and free guidance counseling and psychotherapy and NEVER needing anything.
Now accepting applications... No age limit or gender specification; I do not discriminate. But note that like Matty above, you must do this from the goodness of your heart and expect nothing in return.
*Big Grin*. New Matty loading...