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Dinner

I look straight into her eyes , she is not the best in my pool but at least she tries (I think).she smiles and blushes away and doesnt notice am in deep thoughts. Yes she is not perfect so am I. She's neither the worst.

The great book says says a man a man shall leave his parents and build his home. I have already left home, now leaving in a rental apartment alone (though she constantly crushes for days). Am yet to build a home.

Is she the one I should build a home with? is she the rock, the pillar , foundation I want to work with.

This questions have been flood my mind for a long time and I need answers ASAP. 

"Dear what's up?", she asks

Do I tell her the truth? They do say truth and honesty is key, how will she react? Does she do the same or does she tell me what i need to hear.

"Nothing dear", I reply. I snap back to reality and lord oh lord she is looking gorgeous. That's blue dress brings out the curves in her perfectly.

"You looking tasty",(you actually wonder what's wrong with me if you just had a glance of her).

"Thanks", I grab the car keys and off we leave. Did I mention one of her good traits is keeping time. This lady is a good time keeper she doesn't dress for decades like some people I knew.

We arrive some minutes past 8pm which is on time. We are lead to our reservation table and everything is set.
As a gentleman I offer her a seat which she gladly accepts and we settle down. We are offered some soup as we await the main course. Her phone rings, she picks it up and talks for about 5mins.

She is the one who requested for this dinner date. I still don't know why as she prefers clubbing over this.

We are offred soup as we chitchat (basicaly she is just ranting how her job sucks)The main course arrives and I dig in immediately. I love me some steak so soft and tender. She is having some veges(women and watching weight)

"This has taken me time and I think its time I open up to you" , said the lady.

Does she have a child that didn't know? Does she have cancer? Is she pregnant? Has she been fired? Just before I say a word her phone rings again. This time she steps out.

(God dem it am just about to receive some vital info can't you people call some other time)
So I wait..................   And wait ................... Wait. Its 15 minutes I tried calling her but her phone is off, she is not at the paking either.  Where the hell is this woman?

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