The one take 2000

~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 documented I love my ladies natural and Zawadi here was the embodiment of team natural ka misitu. I thought I was done sweating through my good tux  (and yes I wore a tux to my first date the kind you only wear to BET's) then she kissed me hello( on the cheek not what you're thinking).

To say the date was amazing would be an understatement. I however may have been guilty of zoning out and just admiring her face. The intricacy in them OML (there's a phrase I'll never use again). 

After dinner we took a walk around the garden which was pleasant until she somehow convinced me that we should take pictures. I don't like pictures and no they don't make me look fat. Despite my earlier skepticism it turned out to be quite fun(apparently I'm hoot). The date sadly had to end at some point so I took her home (totally unrelated I don't kiss and tell). I high fived myself on my way back home for not blowing it.

I had the night playing on repeat in my mind like a sixteen year old girl which bruised my ego by the way. In my defense that had been the mother of dates. A couple of dates later she still liked me which was a good sign. Despite my obsession with fast cars I like taking things slow and I was loving the progress. I'm not a big fan of labels so we weren't official yet. I low-key thought she was the one and I know that's what I said with my ex but that's not important now.