A Fisherman, A Lawyer and A Philanthropist (a Made Up Story,Well,Kinda)

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Foreword: Every man I have ever met, thinks he is the best thing that has ever happened to me, I don't blame them. Have you met me when I am in love, in like or in lust ? I forget myself.

 When anyone asks about my dating history, I am quick to respond that I don't date, but everyone knows that's a lie. I just hate having to explain my dating history to anyone, so in future if anyone asks, I will refer them to this blog.

I want to refer to him as "The Banker" because I can't remember what he did for a living or what his role was because I never bothered to ask, all I knew was he had an important role at the bank. Even on a steamy October afternoon, he was immaculate and exuded a fresh scent. His usual, most basic white shirt and black pair of pants made him look like a Ralph Laurent model. He was almost the best thing that has ever happened to me, if only, I could swallow my pride and be honest for once. He met me when I was a girl, with her head in the clouds, wrapped in innocence and curiosity. He was gentle, and overly eager to please. He unwrapped me carelessly, like an overzealous five-year-old who had received his first ever Christmas present. When he first kissed me, I felt like I was floating(not exaggerating) He was my first love, even though I say I have never been in love before.

The Fisherman, A master storyteller, hah ! over lunch, he casually narrated how Lake Malawi almost claimed his youthful life  when his boat nearly sank . He could tell me to close my eyes and I swear I could hear the sound of Lake. What most impressed me about him was that he didn't think like most guys; he questioned everything—his work, religion, education, himself, and me. We bonded over silly discussions 'are aliens even real" "marriage is a scam and pointless".  He stood out from the crowd because of the way he laughed how he moved, defying gravity with each step. He was different, different in the way he laughed, in the way he walked, so sure of himself, as  each foot challenged  the ground it stepped on, different in the way he said my name, careful with each word, like he invented the alphabet, holding onto to each word like it was too painful to let go, it was beautiful. And, no matter how sure he was, he never was the best thing that has ever happened to me. He should've stayed for a little longer.



 The Philanthropist, the only one who I judge so harshly perhaps because he was so close to being the best thing that has ever happened to me and could have been, if he had stayed a little longer, I despise him for it. He was unlike anyone I have ever met, our bodies moved in synch, like we have been together before, shared a bed,secrets, ill-fated lovers.  He owned the world, and acted  like he had lived his life a thousand times over and was sure of what the future holds. A charismatic man who could easily be mistaken for a people pleaser. His presence made you feel like you were something, like you matter, “you are here for a purpose”, but his eyes belonged to someone else even when they were closed, it was infuriating. I was too careful with him, I was convinced he was out to get me

The Lawyer, a cliché. Tall, beautiful,  with the most lovely  eyes I have ever seen. He speaks and I stand on my tip toes as if convincing myself we are on an equal footing. I doubt myself; I am compelled to lean in, he commands my attention without even trying. I am a Sunflower and he is the sun, he is my air,i might die if I don't take him in . He should have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. He  was  confusing me  and I reward him by putting  him on a pedestal.

 

 

 

 


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