Years ago, one of my sisters saw a guy in the train, asked “are you Ekene’s friend?” the guy said “yes” and they became friends.
Fast forward to Wednesday night, I was on the train ride home when I saw the most beautiful man. Tall, dark chocolate skin and a great body. Tall! He was laughing at whatever his friend was telling him while I watched. Chai, I was in awe. I didn’t remove my eyes from this guy. I couldn’t. I didn’t pretend to be on my phone. I didn’t bring out the book I had to appear intelligent. I just continued to stare. Eventually, his friend got off the train so it was just him and me. Okay so, in real life, there were other people on the train but I didn’t notice them. It was just me and Emy. (Yea, about that – he looks like an Emeka so I pet named him Emy :D).
I wanted to say something to him but I couldn’t conjure the courage to. I’m not a shy person. I’m actually the opposite. So I decided to wait. I don’t know what I was waiting for. I knew if it was meant to be, something would happen to bring about some kind of interaction between he and I before I got off the train. So I waited. And then it happened…
An old lady came into the train so I stood up so she could have my seat. Then I walked over and stood in front of him.
I could’ve said hello. I could’ve asked him if the book he was reading was any good. I could’ve asked him if the train stopped at Briarwood Van Wyck. I could’ve left the guy alone. I could’ve done a lot of smart things. Instead
I stepped on him.
As soon as our eyes met, I smiled and said “I am so sorry.” He smiled up at me and said “don’t worry about it.” Then he asked “do I know you? You look familiar?”
Yes oo! My opportunity was here! This was my moment to shine bright and make him fall in love with me!
But in real life, because everything was happening to me at the same time – excitement, anxiety, deciding on baby names and which trip we should take first as a couple – I smiled and asked the first question that came to my mind,
“Are you Ekene’s friend?”
He looked at me like I was crazy and said no. So I said “okay, have a good night” and got off the train.
Moral of the story – “Are you Ekene’s friend” isn’t a pickup line. My sister actually recognized the dude before she engaged him in conversation.
Pray for me. Clearly I need it!
As always, thank you for reading.