This boy I’ve been secretly admiring finally chatted me up.
I couldn’t contain my excitement. I let out the cat to my sister and she laughed, “ewu.”
I left the job I was doing to vibe to a conversation that might grow into an eventual relationship. I mean, I can’t be too hopeful, right?
Ask me why I never shot my shot? I’ve been taught a terrible lesson by my last relationship. Before the baba, my ex cork gun, I don run shoot am. Las las, it ended in absolutely premium tears and heartbreak and near depression for me.
So, when this current showed up on my timeline and I liked him, the cliche words rang in my ears every time I saw his picture or his post (he’s very intelligent! Ei!!), “once bitten, twice shy.”
I allowed myself to have patience and be hopeful that my presence would be noticed.
I commented on posts, reacted accordingly, reacted on pictures but never commented, etc. I even began to make absurd posts because I realized he loved them and that he always laughed as he dropped lengthy comments.
Crush: Hello, Kachi, good morning.
Half second later,
Me: Hi, Steven. Good morning.
Crush: 😊 Thank you. How are you doing?
Half second later,
Me: I’m fine, thank you. How are you, too?
Crush: Very well, thanks. You slept well?
Me: Certainly did.🥰 Thanks for asking. And you, too?
Crush: Yes, I did.
I’ve been following you a while now and you are interesting.
My heart picked a rope and started skipping.
Me: Oh. Well… I’m glad you find me interesting. Thank you.
Crush: Who wouldn’t? Come on. May I ask where you draw inspiration to write from?
Minutes later we were still talking about me and him. I felt so good. If he kept up with this, we’d certainly talk tomorrow. And maybe, if he liked me enough he’d ask me to be with him. I proceeded to allow my imagination wander, getting chills, feeling butterflies and making secret wishes.
Crush: I wanna ask you something else. Can I, please?
Me feeling cozy and cute and gasping for breath that I lost from laughing too much,
Me: Sure, why not?
Crush: There’s this girl that follows you, too. She’s always in your comment section. Her name’s Angelica.
My heart stopped skipping, carried chair and sat down, picked a fan and activated fanning.
Crush: Are you guys really cool.
My heart dropped fan and turned on the AC,
Me: You could say that, yes.
Crush: Lol. I don’t know the right way to go about this. Can I request for her WhatsApp number? I texted her on messenger for a while now but it seemed she’s not active there. I feel embarrassed to ask her in a comment section.
Me: Ohhhhkkkkayyyyy. The right way to go about it is out of my inbox. Bye bye.
Crush: Whoa, whoa, hold on…
Hold on where? On to what? I’ve just been shot in the chest.