THE LONG & SHORT OF IT

Three weeks ago, I came back from Mumbai where I'd gone to visit my friend E. The journey was long and I was completely knackered when I got there. Unfortunately, the time difference threw my body clock off and I couldn't sleep even though I was really tired and it was 3am Mumbai time. My friend was gracious enough to sit with me and talk till 6am over a bottle of Johnnie Walker's black label. We knew we weren't going out the next day and we couldn't be bothered to cook. We just ordered in and talked. I was really happy I could sit in front of her and talk about all the things I wanted to. Didn't even see her husband until later that evening at the dinner table...
Fast forward 2days later and I meet her friends (whom I'd met before, mind) so we can go shopping at a place called Bandra and that was when I ran into him. The last time I saw him, he was wearing really bad perfume and I couldn't handle the smell so, I really didn't talk to him. This time he was still looking all cute but smelling better, thanks be. I'll call him LP(lost puppy... He had that look about him).
We all went out later that week to a club and he asked me to dance with him. I told him I'm a free dancer, I don't like to dance with people. He said he didn't mind so, I told him he could dance in front of me but shouldn't get angry if I walk away without notice. A few minutes later, he started trying to grab my waist and I got pissed because I considered that too personal. I decided to take a walk outside for a smoke and he followed me there. I didn't even get frustrated until a few days later when I was on the phone with chocolate and said "I love you" only for LP to tell me he's waiting for the day I'll tell him that too. Several messages followed the request and I had to scream at him out of complete frustration when it got to a point I couldn't take anymore. For heaven's sake, he knew I had a boyfriend.
Chocolate didn't even help matters himself. He was always on my case asking why I didn't reply a message the minute I got it, was there something he should be worried about? If you guessed I screamed at him too, you guessed right.
There I was trying to relax and have a good time with my friend but the mobile phone I was using was ringing every minute. E decided to put the phone on silent because it started bugging her. When LP would call that phone and I don't answer, he'll call E's line. Gawd, the pressure.
I have to say I had a really good time there but the story will not be complete without telling what happened on the day I left.
We decided to go to a club that thursday night because my flight was for 5am which meant I had to be at the airport by 3:30am at the latest.
The club we went to was very close to the airport and it'll be easier all around because no-one will fall asleep. There we were at China House having a fantastic time when I decided to go grab a smoke outside. Realised I'd left my lighter in the car when I got there so I asked this cute Indian who was also smoking for a light. He didn't have, neither did his girlfriend so, he offered me his fag to light my cigarette with. I lit, gave back, they introduced themselves and we started talking. That is, until one bald headed short Indian guy walked up to me, took out his mobile ans said "hey you, I seem to have lost your number, can you give me again?". I looked at him wondering who the hell he was because I'd never seen him in my life before that minute.
Cutie, who turned out to be a rich kid with serious anger management issues imediately flipped and started screaming like a banshee... What the *ping* is ur problem? Are you trying to *ping* disrespect me? You bald-headed *ping ping*... At this point, all the bouncers had come out to see what was happening and try to resolve the problem. I was just standibg there perplexed because my path was blocked and I had no way to go back to my friend inside.
Suddenly, I felt a draught of cool air and someone tapped me on my shoulder. When I turned, he motioned for me to go through the vip area back into the club. That was how I met the American who decided to appoint himself as my bodyguard for the rest of the night. When it was time to leave, we decided to use the back entrance because I didn't want to run into Cutie and Baldie.
The American followed us to the airport and even helped me out when I realised I didn't have enough cash to pay for the excess luggage I have. I still think of him as an angel sent from heaven because God only know how I'd have managed both situations that day were it not for him.
Friday and I came back to Lagos to meet a bad attitude. It continued until saturday when I couldn't take it anymore and snapped. Of course he snapped too, screamed "its over" at me and walked out. I was too angry to cry or even care. I'd just come back from a long journey and it seemed to be always something with him...
Anyways, I decided to chill and I also gave him time to chill before I called him a few days later to say I was willing to give us another shot. He accepted and said he'll try to make it work.
Guess the third time's the charm because so far so good, its working out just fine.
Problem I have now is it seems like my life is just about work and my man. As a matter of fact, I haven't left my house in 10days. I need to get me a social life beginning tomorrow...
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Bee