So, it's Friday night and I'm
out with my girls, at Be Natural Spa, somewhere in Ikeja. Before we got
here, we kept deliberating for several minutes trying to make a choice
between storming a night club with all the noise and loud music and we
screaming at the top of our voices to talk to one another, or letting
off steam in a quiet, serene environment having a massage, facials,
mani-Pedi while sipping on a Virgin Mojito. Eventually, we chose the
spa.
I idly swirl my drink as I listen to the
music of Beyoncé's drunken love playing from the sound system
positioned somewhere in the building.
It had been a hectic week, with a new GM joining the organisation and as usual, he wanted to prove he's worth his fat pay.
Sometimes I wonder why we always try to
over impress during our initial days or weeks of employment. We
subsequently loose the zeal and passion few months afterwards. Aisha has
a word she uses to describe such action, “Show thy self”.
I smile as I remember the way she
positions herself with her knees slightly apart, her shoulder raised
high and a bit arched that you think she has a bit of a hunch back,
while trying to mimic the behaviours of those in the act of “Show thy
self”.
Lost in my thought I suddenly hear a
voice say “You look like you're enjoying your drink.” in a rich, velvet
tone. I turned to see a dark chocolate man, about 6ft tall, maybe in his
late 30s, I carry out a quick check on him (No, not on google. Lol!).
I stare at him for about 10 seconds
trying to figure him out quickly before I make a decision to respond
with a warm, receptive smile or make that face that says “back-off”.
You might reasonably assume that I'll
start from his shoes, then his watch, his phone, his gait and maybe try
to catch a spoor of his perfume. But no, it's from the wedding ring
finger to the shoes, then up again.
His finger had no ring or sign of it… unmarried I presumed.
“Hi” I respond with a smile. “It's relaxing”.
“Okay then” he responds “can I buy you another”.
I didn't want him to see me as cheap so I
say, “Nah, I think I've had enough.” He takes a seat beside me and we
engage in small talks, afterwards we exchange d numbers and said our
good byes.
On my way home after about an hour and a
half at the spa, caught up in a little traffic around Isaac John, I
recollect my conversation with Obi – the guy from the spa, and the
things I noticed while we talked. He had a Bvlgari Diagono Chronograph
on and he looked charming in his Calvin Klein shirt paired with a black
trousers and a pair of coffee brown Brioni shoes. Hmm!
You see I love life, and it's easy to think I'm like those “runs babe” on social media, as my desire to live life is mistaken for being shallow minded and materialistic. I work hard, very hard and I deserve to enjoy the good things of life. Oh well!
My name is Evelyn Opara, My friends call me Eve, I am a single woman in my mid-20s and this is my life.
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