The Single Guy Diary (Part Two)

Read the Part 1 HERE

It was exactly 3 weeks after my last experience at the night club of Orientals, with Ivy

That was the night I vowed I was gonna be a ‘bad guy’ with girls. Not a pretty decision, I know. After such embarrassment and never-to-be-repeated insult on masculinity, I drank myself to stupor – thanks to Neil; he drove me home, locked my door and left a note of encouragement – he always does that.

I was so ashamed of myself that I was locked up indoors for a whole week. Thank God I’m not an office person. I probably would have been fired by now. As an Internet Entrepreneur, I have all the liberty and flexibility to do whatever I like, how I like and when I like. More on that later....

So the whole time, I’d drink, watch some porn and, of course, masturbate to feel better. It wasn’t pretty, but I was determined to break free from gynophobia. So to my best of knowledge, watching porn was a way to get used to ladies, enhance my sexuality and help get over this life-threatening fear of mine. I did more of the whites as opposed to ebony porn stars. Please don’t ask me why.

After a full week of intense pornography and masturbation, I was getting used to the fact that I can actually do this! Mind you, since my friends told me that was the cause of my fears.

I switched on my phone, called up Neil and blatantly yelled “Dude, I’m ready for this!!!”. He laughed me to scorn.

“C’mon man, you’ve said that a zillion times” he teasingly added.

“What makes you think I’m not serious this time?” I attacked.

“Hey hey hey, no offense man. I’ll be with you after work.”

At exactly 5mins less than 5pm, he came with his ‘lil sister. Sophie was this innocent looking gal with the eyes of a cat. Besides my only sister, she’s one other gal I was comfortable with. I gave her a hug and welcomed the surprise visit.

“Hey man, you didn’t tell me you were coming with Sophie?” I blatantly said.

“Yea…she insisted she wanted coming with me when I bumped into her along Saka Tinubu”

“Oh! I see…”

Sophie has this larger than life personality; jovial, well articulate and ambitious. As an ambitious fella myself and a good listener, we connected quickly; she talks, I listen. So it turned out, she became my ‘second best friend’, after Neil.

After about 30minutes of her non-stop gist of what happened at her workplace, I quickly interrupted with what I’d told Neil over the phone.

“Seriously guys, I’m ready!” I affirmed.

Neil jumped right up with an invitation from his suit pocket. “How about this cocktail reception tomorrow?”. It was his coworker celebrating a promotion.

“Great! Tomorrow it is”.

Sophie squints like a bag of nails, shakes her head and gave me that I-pity-this-guy look. What is my own? I just wish she can understand what I’m facing. I knew she’d prefer reading to partying so I never bordered asking if she’d be there.

The evening came with much life than I imagined. I was in my best mood. Neil couldn’t believe how lively I was; talking and drinking as much as my bowels could accommodate. It was obvious I was getting drunk and he knew it.

After about 15minutes of intense grooving, he whispered I look behind me. As I make attempt to turn, with my hands moving faster than my head could, I had a ‘hands-on’ collision with this other lively damsel that was as well lost in the euphoria of the moment.

We hit our cocktails and broke them right before everyone. As we simultaneously bent to pick the pieces of our damage, it happened that we were going to pick the same piece. Unfortunately, it pierced both our hands and we literally saw our blood fused into each other.

Now tell me if this isn’t a sign from heaven.

“Ouch! I’m so sorry” she tersely swigged and gave me the brightest smile I’d ever seen.

I felt her eyes like those of the universe, possessing all of me. I thank God I could never say a word. Trust me, it would have ruined everything.

“I’m Anabel” she whispered.

“I’m Duke” I managed to respond.

That, guys, was the beginning of the end of my breaking free from gynophobia.

To be continued tomorrow

Written By:

Michael Agene (a Contributor at Pride Magazine)

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.