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Chapter 4

Charming. Fist impression, he looked like an idol. Jane could not believe this was happening. She smiled, he was wearing a black shirt and black trousers with a gold tie, looking really nice.

“Hello, Jane, I suppose…”

“Yes, you must be…”

He took her hand, they walked to the centre together and he got seats for them. Seemed much like a gentleman, good looking, charisma, and a girl could not have asked for more. Her heart swelled with pride as she walked with him and he was really much of a gentleman, she could see them already, walking down the altar. Marina would be pleased at this.

He picked a cosy seat for them at a far corner and he allowed her walk before him, giving her the real treatment for a queen.

“I love plays,” he began with a smile as he settled next to her. “Do you want anything?” He asked her.

“I’m fine,” Jane looked at the stage, the play had not started and people had started filling in through the doors. It had been well publicised and she was glad for once she was getting to watch the play instead of hearing it from one of her colleagues or Marina.

“Are you cold?” He asked her as he adjusted in his seat. He propped his arm around her chair and Jane’s eyes followed them, wondering what he was up to.

“I’m not cold,” she started. Jane would you relax? She asked herself, and stop behaving like a child.

“I enjoy plays, don’t you?” He asked her.

“Yeah, I do,” she wondered when it was going to start, it was already ten minutes past. Nigeria was known for its African time, which meant that things normally did not start when it was meant to.

She felt his hand snaking around her shoulder. She looked at him, thinking it must have been a mistake.

After a few minutes, his hands relaxed around her shoulder. She had just met this man three minutes ago and he was already putting his hand around her shoulder. “Excuse me, please can you put your hand down?”

“Ah- ah, Jane, are you a small girl?”

She was not amused in anyway and she began to have her doubts about this man. She might have been desperate and he might have driven one of the most expensive cars she had seen, but that gave him no right to be this chummy around her.

“Please, I would rather you have your hand by your side, thank you…”

“Look, why are you trying to form some innocent saint all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know you and you don’t know me,” Jane was trying to put it together but things were not working. “Maybe this was a mistake…” she started to stand up.

He pulled her back into her seat. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Looking angrily at him, “I still demand some form of respect, don’t you think so?”

“You put an advert in the papers and I answered it…”

“And so what? Let go of my hand, you animal!”

“I can’t believe this,” she walked away.

***

“Was is that bad?”

“It was terrible,” Jane began. “I think these guys just feel because I placed an ad in the papers, I am cheap or something…”

“But I thought you realty liked this guy…”

“I thought so too,” Jane began. “He looked better than he sounded but he behaved like a maniac out of control, he hardly even knew me and he was all over me,” she tried to shake the memory out of her head. “It was a bad idea…”

“But what do you expect, Jane?” Her friend asked her. “This is the millennium girl, and guys will be guys…”

“I will not lower my standards,” Jane began.

“If that’s what you want, maybe you should go to church or something,” she began.

by Yvonne Oshiobugie (email: yoshiobugie@yahoo.com)




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