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~Zawadi  Saturday afternoon. It was a beautiful day. Hot but not too hot. The weather was just right.  We Had just been led to our table. The hotel was breath-taking! It was the garden set up for me. The place was top notch classy. I felt out of place honestly, but I always rise to the occasion.  I don’t know if its normal but I think I have different personalities(for lack of a better word) for different kinds of environments. However, my anxiety couldn’t allow me to enjoy the beautiful scenery. My thoughts seemed to be in a debate. Miss jump into conclusions seemed to be winning. “Are you okay?” He asked for the third time now. I hadn’t said much since he picked me up. Hell, I was nervous.  I repeated the same words, more enthusiastically this time. I was taking this too seriously; very typical of me. I mean he just wanted to meet. What else would he want?  My thoughts were interrupted by the waitress. We ordered food and talked. It was just a normal date after all! Until…

~Maina~   As I sat there listening at the phone beep a part of me hoped she didn't pick up, my mind quite conviniently veered off into reminiscence. It was scary how fast our love story had gone south. I don't know who's the authority on how long one should wait before asking a girl out but I apologise to all concerned parties if a week isn't enough. We'd been texting incessantly for a week before I finally asked her out surprisingly cavalier to her answer. I mean what's the worst that could happen if she said yes or no, we move on regardless. It had been so long since I went on an actual date I had no idea what had changed, I was this close to buying tickets to the carribean for a first date. Anyway we agreed I'd pick her up at 730 which gave me just about enough time to sweat and freak out all of the anxiety out of my system. I got there and she literally was just breathtaking which sidenote also might have been the asthma. It is well written and documente

~Zawadi~  After a week of texting and sending each other songs, he asked me out on a date. The first date. They say the first date is vital. You can’t afford to make a mess. If you do, pray for grace. We settled with Saturday evening. He would pick me up at 7:30 pm. Saturday is my self-care day. I wash my hair, do my nails, do a face mask and just chill watching shows. I order pizza and I make sure I sleep early to make up for the lack of enough sleep during the week. However, I didn’t mind disrupting my schedule for this one. He was special. I started preparing myself at 5. After a long refreshing bath, I started working on my hair.  In one of our conversations, he had mentioned how he liked natural.” Just the way God made you”. He wasn’t against makeup and wigs, “I just prefer natural”, he added. Who am I?  Went all the way to please him. I tend to think it’s a psychological thing, always trying to please those we like. My hair was natural and thriving. Styling it wasn’t hard