Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy
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Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY…Episode 1
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Today, during my lunch break I ran into this pretty lady. She said her name was Christy. She was about 5’7′, slim and well proportioned in perfectly cut dark suit and matching pants. A career woman from her outfit; most likely a banker. Now, I’ll let you know this upfront; I’m not looking to get settled just yet. I just want to have fun. I’m young, cool and handsome. I won’t say I’m rich but I do just fine. This was a much needed change from my steady routine of UNILAG…sorry, Moshood Abiola University babes.
Before you call me spineless, hear me out. I don’t usually chase career women. You should know why. This is Lagos! It is teeming with single career women and 7 times out of 10, any single career woman you date is hoping you propose after six months of intense romance and hot sex. Not me. Call me selfish but I treasure my freedom too damn much. I don’t want to be wrapped around a woman’s fingers just yet. Actually, the last career woman I dated was a little over a year ago. Untangling myself from her web of possessiveness proved trickier than I thought with so many unsavory experiences; especially her exceptional detective skills that I’d rather not talk about. I’ll leave it at that.
Yes, Christy…she said her name was Christy. She wore her hair long and natural. She wore light make-up which perfectly accentuated her pretty face. She was fair in complexion in stark contrast to my dark. But then, fair complexioned ladies always found me attractive. She had ordered and was eating alone, deeply engrossed in her blackberry. I studied her as I ordered my lunch. I surmised she would be in her late 20′s or early 30′s. She didn’t wear much jewelry. No ring on her finger. She spent more time on her phone rather than on her nearly untouched meal; a clear indication she was in no hurry. However, the usual signals I usually seek before I move in on a prey were absent (trade mark secrets so I ain’t telling!). Here was an absolutely confident woman who reeked of success. If there was any chink in her armor, she hid it well and to find it, I’d have to get close.
I picked up my lunch, paid for it and went straight towards her table. She seemed to take notice and she looked up at me. For a split second, I saw something in there as our eyes met. Yeah…I’m not bragging but I usually have that effect on women. She looked away as I got to her table.
“Hi, hope you don’t mind if I join you?” I said. She looked up and shrugged. The silent treatment eh, I thought. I sat down directly across her and pretended to be engrossed in my meal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her steal a look. She seemed be a bit uncomfortable with my nonchalant presence but didn’t make any attempt to leave. Nearly half way through my meal, I said, “I see you have hardly touched your meal for almost fifteen minutes now.”
My statement surprised her and she looked up from her mobile phone. I continued, “Hope everything’s ok?”
“You’ve been monitoring me, haven’t you?” She said, her voice low and sweet. A light smile had formed across her pretty lips.
“Well, I admit I have. You are certainly worth monitoring.” I said and flashed my most charming smile.
“I’m Michael…”, I said extending my hand which she took. Her hand was soft, very soft. “…but you can call me Mick.”
“I’m Christy.” She said, smiling. Beautiful lips.
“I have a confession Christy. One I hope you’ll bear with me for sharing” I said apologetically.
“I woke up this morning with a very special feeling…one that I couldn’t explain, until now.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, a bit taken aback.
“There was something special about today that I didn’t understand but finally I did when I saw you.”
I saw many things in her eyes. Shock, incredulity, surprise but repulse wasn’t one of them. She dropped her phone close to her barely touched meal which consisted of just a plate of coleslaw and surveyed me critically. I put on my game face, meal pushed aside.
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