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DON'T EAT IT OFF flirting.

 



It won't do you any good.


Hi Gina, guess what? I have been asked for a date by Shan, they guy I have been telling you about... We are going out together, won't you come ?' Eve asked joyfully over the phone.


'The guy is filthy rich and he is willing to spend the cash.' She bragged.


Eve has been  my friend, not just a friend we met at college, but my childhood friend who we grew up together.


She was a fanciful girl who love to talk about everything. To her, conversation was more rewarding when it was about her. 


She loved being center of attraction anytime, anyday.


In our many years as friends, all of Eve's relationships from scratch to heartbreaks  was always offered up for chit chat by her, especially with me.


She was a kind of girl that love enjoying attention and she sees dating as an avenue to explore all the earthly pleasure at all cost.


Her phone call that particular evening did not come as a surprise to me because all of her first date with any of her 'Mr. Nice Guy' was accompanied by me.


Whenever she sees the opportunity, she will introduce me to her Mr. Nice Guy as her young and naive  friend.


I have advised Eve on keeping her head cool especially on her first date but my advice was always greeted by " what do you know about relationships".


Immediately she ended the call, I quickly got dressed up and picked the available tricycle to "African Pot" where she asked me to meet her.


 

As soon as I alighted the three tyre motorcycle, Eve on a standby, waved at me to come to the far end of the African Pot Lounge where Naija music in soft tune was playing.


On sight, my eyes met an handsomely dressed young man who was sitting adjacent to Eve separated by the plastic table with his smartphone handy for surfing the social media, I guess.


"******


Without being asked, Eve did the introduction and soon a waitress approached the table with menu for us to pick our orders.


Eve picked SHAWARMA, a bottle of BUDWEISER and immediately asked the waitress to locate the next available Aboki for 2k SOYA as if she was the one footing the bill.


Out of fear after seeing what my girlfriend ordered, I resorted to a bottle of SMIRNOFF ICE and that was it.


Eve on seeing what I picked, press my leg with her toe, I turned, she winked and motion to disagree with my orders. I acted not so concerned.


The menu was handed over to Shan who picked a bottle of 33 BEER for himself.


Soon the waitress reappear with our orders and in a jiffy we were all busy chit chatting while gulping our drinks with the chewable.


 

Immediately Eve spotted that we were emptying the last glass of our first orders, she motion to the waitress to come close.


She placed another order and picked her phone to call Faith, one of our friends to rush down to African Pot.


To her, she had met a MUGU who was willing to spend the cash so ' why not drink and chew the hell out of his pocket?'.


*******


When we got home that night, my friend Eve called me crying over the phone.


I asked what was the matter, she narrated how she has 'drank and chewed away' her employment offer at African Pot that evening.


 She opened up that the reason Shan seek her audience that evening was to talk to her face to face about a job offer which they have  been chatting about on social media.


Shan had proposed a job offer as a Human Resources Manager to Eve in his father's hotel, where he  was the MD and he was only looking for an opportunity to meet her, get to know her and perhaps used the time to book an appointment with her but Eve's  flirting attitude had  got hold of her  and robbed her of such opportunity at 

African Pot that evening.


Eve lamented how  Shan wouldn't picked her calls since they left African Pot and has refused to reply her chats either.


She  cried bitterly and uncontrollably over the phone in regret.


✍️ Patrick Ekong

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