I fell In-love with a Man

A gone girl, that's what I am

Let me tell you about this beautiful man in my life and how we met…

It wasn’t one of those typical Nigerian styles of meet-cutes where they ask for your number through their friends or send a boring Snapchat message to you. No, it was simple and romantic, almost too good to be true.

I met Christian at the mall when I went to get a refill for my household items. Our hands accidentally touched when we both reached for the last piece of cupcake on the aisle. We both insisted the other take it as a sign of goodwill. I didn’t pay attention to him at first because I’m not one to look a stranger in the face for the first time, especially when their cologne is filling up every space around me.

“No, you take it. It’s fine. I’ll just pick up something else,” he insisted.

It was then I looked up at him and saw the prettiest face on earth. God really does have favorites because it’s obvious he spent his precious time molding this face to perfection.

Eh, I was in love. It’s not every day you see a pretty tall man in this city.

“Hello? Are you still with me?” he asked, snapping me back to reality. He had this smirk on his face that boldly said he knew I was stunned by him.

Oh, he knows he’s fine!

“Sorry, yes I am. Thank you.” I picked the last cupcake that must have been staring at the interaction, wondering who it was going home with, and ran out of there, mortified.

I went ahead to continue with my shopping while trying to brush away the thoughts of this godly human I had just seen. I didn’t see him again until I was done shopping and about to leave the mall. That’s when he hurriedly ran after me.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t catch your name. I’m Christian, by the way,” he said, stopping me in my tracks.

He has a sexy voice too. It’s over for me.

I silently thanked Jesus because I’d been praying we’d meet again, and God brought him back to me. I love this little life!

I gave him my name, and we exchanged numbers. He insisted on giving me a ride home since we were going the same way, but I refused because duh, what if he’s a kidnapper with a fine face? Also, I needed to play the hard girl for a while. I can’t just give in so easily.

While at home, I felt disappointed and worried. What if that was the last time I’d see him? What if he never calls me?

But he did, after what felt like an eternity, he called me the very next evening. We started texting regularly, and I found myself looking forward to his messages and phone calls. They quickly became the highlight of my day. We talked about everything: our favorite movies, our favorite artists, songs we listen to when we’re sad, our current hyper-fixations, and even the debate between jollof rice and fried rice, on which is better. His sense of humor was infectious, and I found myself giggling every time we spoke.

I was a gone girl.

A week later, he suggested we meet on an amala date. It was fun and I tried to remember the last time I had this much fun… with a man. It was both exhilarating and terrifying—this growing bond with someone I had barely known a short while ago.

Three weeks later, we had become closer. He took me out every chance he got, eventually drawing the homebody out of me. I explored new places with him, tried random restaurants, and we shared conversations that felt like they could go on forever. Christian had this way of making me laugh until my cheeks hurt.

One evening, after we drove around Abuja, stopping at every suya spot we saw, to try their suya and decide which was better. Christian turned to me in his car and asked me out.

“You know, meeting you at the mall wasn’t an accident. I had seen you earlier and followed you into that aisle. I just needed an excuse to talk to you,” he confessed.

“Are you serious?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Like my heart wasn’t holding a somersaulting party inside. I could hear my heart beating loudly. I thought it would pop out of my skin at one point.

He nodded, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really like you. And I’d like to see where this goes.”

Then he moved his face closer, our lips almost touching, we were about to have our first kiss, and then…

…

I woke up, and so did you… smh

I can’t believe you thought I was serious for a minute.

That is what I’d have written if I actually found a man, you guys✋🏽

But I didn’t and I love to dream and fall in love with fictional men, sorry😔

My latest muse is Christian Allister from The Maddest Obsession. (Please read the Maddest Obsession ugh) This man lives rent-free in my head, and I’m not mad about it. So, naturally, I cooked up this whole fairytale romance about how we met… in my head.

He might not be real to you but he’s real to me and that’s all that matters. *rolls eyes

Moral of the story: If you can’t find a man, create one duh