The day started out with many options, and among these Abi's suggestion was the most appealing. He was suggesting we go to a spa, get the full package; facials, pedicure, massages, sauna, the whole works! That was something worth leaving my house for so I drove down to his place and when I saw he hadn't even had a bath I asked what was going on. "Err, long week, I'm thinking I should call them from the spa and have them come here and give us the treatment, there's a sauna here. it'll just cost a little extra but that's fine..." Right... I nope'd my way out of there ASAP! I mean, I can understand the need to be creative when trying to bag a shag after several attempts but, try harder.
Leaving prematurely meant I had plenty time to kill so off I went to Ebeano. Shopping done, I was homeward bound, thinking about making wheat and warming okra soup and then watching Shameless in bed for the rest of the day, or falling back on the other options. None of these were appealing.
So I drove slowly, trying to decide what to do with myself, pissing off the people driving behind me.. And then a light bulb went off, ride solo! Take yourself on a date. Yes you can. Yes you should!
I put the car in reverse and headed back to Admiralty. Churchill's! I already knew where I was going, no need to think about it!
On getting there I ordered a starter, some chicken & corn soup. And then my main meal, some half roast chicken, mash and vegetables, and a fruit bowl for desert. Now I must let you know how fabulous the food at Churchill's is. I mean, by the time I was done with my beautifully seasoned, super rich starter, I had no room for the main course or desert so I had them wrap it all up in takeaway packs. Dinner over, I thought; date, date, date; movies!
Quick glance through the GDC website, there was the movie I wanted to see and the timing was perfect. So off and away to The Palms I went!
The Perfect Man was an ok movie. Super predictable and looked kinda low-budgetish, except it had a few black A-listish actors (read B-listers). Micheal Ealy wasn't looking as hot as he often does, his green eyes were less dreamy than usual and Morris Chestnut seems to have lost all his sex appeal. I remember how he used to make my legs quiver many years ago.
I wish I could tell you I watched it to the end but, Nope. My phone rang practically all through and so I cut my solo-date short and went back into VI to have drinks and ribs with Tai (I didn't partake of the ribs though. Yay me!").
I'm beginning to see loads of differences between dates in my twenties and dates in my thirties. For one, there's a lot more thought and effort put into it. It's assumed that at this age you're a grown woman who knows what she wants so I get to call the shots, and when I don't, it's seen to that the shots meet my approval. Also, as the word "date" suggests, it's meant to have a romantic dimension. However I find that we keep the "I really like you"s to the bare minimum and go hard on the business and money talk. These dates are turning out to be real value-adding moments. Tai actually made a call and got me an appointment with some guru I've been needing to meet for Tuesday. I'm literally walking on sunshine right now! You know God and I have a deal and I'm going to scream my testimonies at the top of my lungs before the year ends. Things are already in motion people! (That said, I acknowledge that no Nigerian woman wants to still be dating/going on dates in her 30s. And I don't wish that for you if that's not what you wish yourself. But whatever situation you find yourself, whatever the age, just make sure you do things that make you happy, have fun and stay positive. You've got only one life, remember.)
It's been a while since I rode solo. I'm reminded again just how beautiful it can be. You need these times, to be by yourself, know yourself, spoil yourself, enjoy yourself... I mean, if you don't enjoy your own company, who will?
Definitely there's no perfect man and your "perfect man" might be a demon in disguise, that's the idea behind the movie. Assume you're in Leah's shoes, would you choose a man that loves you deeply but believes that marriage is the cure for love? That is, he thinks marriage fucks up love and happiness. So while he promises to love, adore and cherish you FOREVER, he believes you guys can and should enjoy this love without marriage. Or, a man that loves you crazy, worships the ground you walk on, would marry you in a heart beat, father your babies and give you a home, but has a violent temper and brutally attacks any man who as much as says hi to you, he's never abused you but his temper scares the shit out of you, and it's only a matter of time. So Mr Never Getting Married OR Mr Obsessive?