Saturday, February 04, 2012

That Sunday afternoon

It was on Sunday afternoon just hours after the loud music from the church band, when I decided to finally give online dating a try. There I was with a pen and paper scribbling names I could use, I finally settled for "informed", it made sense to what I thought I knew at that time. I browsed around to what seemed like half naked pictures on some of the profiles. Days went by so did weeks; somehow I knew I will be successful with a "shag" but the inner voice in me whispered even better results, a relationship.

Fun, it was. I mean the things people ask make one wonder if they will actually ask in person. Some are even brave, inbox you their own private numbers even worse a physical address. R5.00 automatically looked like air time, luckily at that time vendors were not greedy; R1.00 was not added. After so many countless chats and three to four meetings, one was interesting that after only two days of chatting we decided to meet at a local mall. The day is so clear in my mind as if it happened yesterday. The meeting was scheduled or rather arranged for 14h00, I rocked my best outfit knowingly that it was not a formal date.

I took one last stare at the picture that was sent to me when we exchanged pictures, then one last look at myself, I was out running when I realized I was running late. My thoughts were disturbed by the taxi driver demanding cash as he shouted my arrival. Instead of being angry at him I laughed so much when I told him to keep the change, not that it was much but at least he would afford five sweets, after all he needs them, I concluded as I smelled his breath with every word he muttered.

A text message just confirmed my date's arrival. I went straight to my date, spotted by the cap worn on the picture I had in my pictures file on my phone. When we finally opted for the local grill stools, my temperature was on another level as my imagination went AWOL, need I mention they boy in my pants. I felt like we have known each other for a while, strangely I related to this person in front of me, I concluded as we walked to the not so busiest site of the mall. Yes, we exchanged saliva while on that hot,long kissing session. At that stage we decided to date.

Some days felt like heaven, little did I know what I was about to discover, the same person who echoed honesty with every sentence was actually married with two adorable children I would later love so much. Disappearing acts of about a week did not even turn me off amidst this revelation. I made piece with the fact that I was a "roll-on", the role I would get an "A" if it were academically ranked.

Those days were over now, the marriage partner was out of the picture luckily the partner understood and accepted the situation later moved out to the family home. Did you partner approve our relationship? I would constantly ask my dearest. Not that I wanted confirmation as I received the kindness when I visited when our relationship was known to the partner.

Months after I moved in, honeymoon was soon over. My friends were not allowed to visit and a visit to them sparked serious arguments, as a result we decided to visit together to friends. The day I never imagined in my wildest dreams came. In the morning, my date was the first to leave, but that day I was told that non-reporting for duty will be exercised, so I decided to wake up and prepare for work. In between breaks at work I would call just to check up like I always did, that day I was greeted by a voice mail throughout the day. I battled to concentrate and I constantly checked the time, immediately when 16:30 on the dot I ran like never before to the taxi rank. When I finally unlocked the door I was met with unusual only. The bed we shared was not made, food was not cooked and I quickly opened the closet....I battled to stand I just fell on the bed; it was over. But why? Was the sex the night before the cause? I couldn't cry but plucked the strength to ask around of my date's whereabouts, of this day, I still don't know for sure apart from what I have been told an sms.

Luckily I had people and friends who were there for me. I told myself that I will bounce back which I did two months later. Well my "date" is gone
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