Tuesday started off like any other normal day, went to work, to class, for club meetings and decided to check out the new gospel choir that was meeting later that nite. My friend had invited me to join, but i was hesitant being that i already have a lot of things going on at the moment. Anyways, i went and ended up singing alto, and i was the only alto for the group. I was surprised though, that the windows didn't shatter from my singing. My friend, Miss T always tells me i can't sing. Anyways, after the tryout, my plan was to study for a little while, before going home. Out of nowhere, my friend, let's call him hormonal a.k.a. Hormo walked up to ask if i could drop him off at home. First off, i need to describe the kind of r/ship i have with hormo. I see him as a brother and accord him his own respect and i really can't say we're buddy buddies like that.
I told hormo i planned on staying to study for a little while. Anyways, i agreed to drop him off at home and since his house was on the way to mine, i was just going to go home after dropping him off. I normally don't shelve my plans just like that, but being that it was his 1st time of asking me for a favor, i obliged him. Anyways, on the way to my car, he grabbed my arm/ held my hand and i told him to let go. Then he said his reason for holding my hand was 'cos he wanted me to slow down. We got into my car, then hormo asked if i had food at home, 'cos he was hungry. I told him i hardly ever cook during the week since i'm out most times. On the way, just before i made the turn out of school, he then told me to pass another route. I'm like what's the point, 'cos that was a long way. Na so him begin tory, that he was only testing me to see if i was going to drop him off or not, that his car was right infront of the building we had the rehearsal. I thot he was playing some silly joke on me, as in what was he testing me for? True, true, his car was right in the parking lot. I parked next to his car, expecting him to get out so that i could go my merry way. Waited 1 minute, hormo didn't budge, 2 minutes he was getting more comfortable, 3 minutes, hormo had reclined his seat a lil bit and pushed his chair back for leg room. I'm like dude, i need to study.
Next thing he said was , "I never get to hang out with u, u're always too busy or sum'n." Okay, at this point i'm thinking what's this dude up to. Since when did we become buddies like that to be hanging out? I obliged him still and asked where we should go to hang out. Hormo said we could just remain in the car and talk. I agreed, since in all honesty, i've never had a real conversation with him. So we remained in the car and started talking about his trip home last summer, and so many things. Next thing i knew, my dear hormo was running his fingers thru my hair. I was shocked as in, since when? I told him to stop 'cos i wasn't comfy with that. He stopped for like 15 minutes and began caressing my face. I'm like dude, ur oily fingers from my hair to my face, that's gonna clog my pores and i'd break out, u need to stop. He stopped and said afterall, u can't break out on ur hands, at least i can hold ur hands. Grabbed my right hand. I let my hand go. Why? I dunno. So please, don't ask! There were a 1001 angry things i wanted to say as in give him some serious tongue lashing, but i was too too shocked, tongue-tied to say anything.
This dude, great guy, even preaches in school, at his church. Very focused and he really has his head screwed on tight, very active on campus. I was shocked 'cos i've always seen him like a younger brother, never in the light in which he portrayed himself on Tuesday and i never would see him in that light no matter what. I'm almost a year older than him, i consider him immature not 'cos of his age but from some of the things he says, i think he's arrogant. In short, there's no way i can date him, not possible.
We talked and talked while he held on to my hand the entire time. I was so uncomfortable, yet i didn't know how to say the 1001 angry things i had going thru my head, without sounding too harsh on him. I didn't want to be mean and aggressive or hurt his feelings and bruise his ego, in such a way that he would never be able to step up to a girl. He's a great guy. However, i had to cut him loose and tell him to go when he started rubbing my right thigh. I'm like what the heck? Oh boy, u really have to leave now, i need to go home. Hormo was in my car for 2 hours and 15 minutes. He even had the guts, to say i was breaking his heart by telling him to leave. Imagine? Maybe he thot i'd fall for that. Anyways, like i said i was too shocked to understand what was going on, so i called him the following day, that i would like to speak with him.
We had the meeting, and i asked him what all that drama was about. He was tryna play smart, asking me what drama? I was so serious with him, no smiles nothing, i even surprised myself. Still wondering how i pulled off that serious look. I just had to put him in check u know. He then started apologizing, that it was dem hormones (LOL) , i was seriously amused, but i didn't let any silly smile show. He said he got home and was thinking how dumb and silly he acted that he doesn't know what came over him, and he promised that it wouldn't happen again. I know he doesn't drink, so i was 100% sure that he wasn't intoxicated or anything. We had just left the rehearsals together and we were there for about 2.5 hrs and he was himself thruout.
I was glad we settled the issue amicably (at least from my end), no hurt feelings, hopefully he knows where we stand on this. He said it was a mistake, so let's leave it at that. I'm thinking though, that if it was truly a mistake, why then did he lie that he needed me to drop him off at his house? Why was it after he knew my age, that he started acting silly? When i told him my age at the rehearsal, he was like i really thot u were much older. Anyways, that's the gist o my people, no addition and no subtraction. Was i too soft on hormo or what? This was a serious temptation, but thank God nobody fell.
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