A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...
Something about last night brings to mind this verse in Alanis Morisette's ironic.
So yesterday I took a nice long nap. My house was being fumigated and a friend of mine was nice enough to make some calls and put me up somewhere for the weekend. However, nice as hotels can be, they can be terribly boring. I was all alone and somehow no matter how many channels the TV has on offer, one just never finds something they want to watch! I woke up at 6pm to intense boredom, made some calls and it seemed everyone was in Lekki phase 1. In truth all I wanted to was accompany my brother for some big 40th birthday party he was attending last night, but apparently he didn't want me there *sobs*.
So off I went to meet *Dayo at Switch. I picked Dayo because, well, he's the one whom I'm most free with among everyone I called, and I really just wanted to kick back, eat and have a few drinks. I'd expected a fun evening, I'd expected laughter. I'd expected good conversation. What I hadn't expected was to see him.
Last night was the third time we our paths crossed, and contrary to what I'd thought the second time, it was no charm.
The first time I saw him was at a party in 2014. It was one of those moments when your eyes connect with someone else's across the room and everyone else suddenly fades away. I felt a pull and it seems he felt it too. He's the kind of guy I'd ask Santa for, my Man Crush Everyday! He's got the most kissable lips ever, 6.4" frame and is so broad that I might actually feel petite beside him. Imagine that! He was at one end and I was at the other and fun as the party was, our eyes kept straying back to each other. I think the girl he was with even noticed it too...
The second time I saw him was last week at the Abu Dhabi airport. Once again, instant connection. Once again we found each other staring, yet it seemed any time we wanted to leave these gazes to linger on into something meaningful, his friends would break in and take him away from me! I told myself, don't worry there's a long flight, there's still time. But I flew economy and he flew business, so...
In Lagos airport he was there again, our eyes met again. We were frazzled after the long flight and returning to the Lagos heat but I could sense that our moment had come. And it had, almost. Baggages claimed, I could swear that he was walking up to me and I was purposely walking towards him too. Our time had come!!! Until someone intercepted us, embracing me in a hug.
Oooooooooh daddy, you're the best daddy ever for coming to pick me up but don't know you're standing in cupid's way??? By the time my father let go of me, I looked to find my MCE had walked the other way.
And last night was the third time. The time I'd thought we would actually get to meet and not just see. I saw him, and I saw him see me, and I saw pleasant surprise flash across his face (or perhaps he was just wondering if I'm a stalker?). This time around he was with his boys and trust me I would have gone over to say hi, had Dayo not been a spoil sport about it. Men and their silly egos! Dayo and I are no couple yet he insisted that I'd be disrespecting him if I went to say hi (trust me, I would have. To hell with all the ancient crap of men having to make the first move). And before I could get my chance they all got up to leave. This time however, he nodded politely at me with a small smile on his lips.
But will I ever see him again???
So Santa, Cupid and Fate, I need you 3 to work together towards a 4th time. And make it perfect this time around. I trust you'd make it happen soon? I need him for Christmas.
LOL. Guys, what do you want from Santa this Christmas?