Well, this is it…my final deleted story from my upcoming book. And to be fair, this was a very hard decision to cut from the stories. I really battled with the decision, because I felt when compared to the other stories, it really felt like it held up strong enough to form part of my story. But in the end one more needed to be cut, and this unfortunately got eliminated.
So here is:
The story has become a bit of a running joke between a friend and I because it’s one of those that probably made sense to begin with, and just as fittingly had an equally nonsensical ending to it.
My book details my career quite well, but for the purpose of this story, what important to know is in 2004 I made the break from the IT industry into the entertainment industry. However, I made an unexpected return to the IT industry in January of 2005.
It lasted all of a month, before I suddenly quit to take up a dream job writing for a well-known magazine. That month was a very low point for me mentally as I felt I had failed in my quest to change my life around.
Being back in the call centre was different this time round. I didn’t really bond with anyone, even though I was good at the job I had zero interest in doing it.
There was one perk however…there was a cute Indian girl who worked there who I was attracted to. She came to visit our section quite often, and because of low self-confidence, I was never able to really be my charming self (and we know what a huge success rate I have when I’m confident).
I remember one lunch time sitting outside with the younger guys and they were talking about the girls in the office. One guy spoke about the girl I liked and began to list the problems with skinny girls, which mostly related to uncomfortable sexual position. What am I doing here with these idiots I thought to myself.
When the job with the magazine came up, I was told I had the job…if I could literally start the next day. I explained the situation to my manager (who was my friend as well, so that made me feel extremely guilty), but he understood it was a dream job for me.
However, I had to work in my months’ notice. Which, I did. So for a month I worked the graveyard shift at the call centre, went home to freshen up, and then raced to try and make it to my new job on time.
Part of my role there, was to cover industry events during the day and evening.
So effectively, my schedule was, work 9-5, cover events in the evening, go work the graveyard shift, home for about an hour and then repeat.
Of course, this meant I didn’t get to see the girl who I liked. However, I managed to get her number and we began texting each other.
There seemed to be some sort of interest from her side, which gave me a bit of hope. So when an awards function came up, (The Channel O African Music Awards), I thought this was the perfect opportunity to ask her out.
Much to my surprise (and absolute fear) she said yes.
The night of the awards came up, and I went to go and fetch her, ironically from the same building I was working just a few weeks prior to that. When I picked her up, we ran into my friend who just laughed when he saw us together. (I know right, what is it with friends laughing at me when I fetch a girl?)
I drove her home so she could get ready for the evening (it was a bit of a glam do, so she wanted to put in the effort, which I really appreciated).
As I waited for her in the living room, I found myself surround by a rather large Indian family and an even larger awkward silence. I sat there in my long black jacket looking as uncomfortable as this all sounds.
She eventually came out to rescue me, and she looked amazing in her heels and elegant black dress.
Thankfully the conversation seemed to come easy, and we got to know each other quite a bit and she found my jokes to be rather entertaining. I even braved holding her hand as we made our way to through the social scene. And for me, there is nothing better than holding a pretty girls hand. For me it’s about the simple things in life, and if I’m being honest. It’s the one thing that hurts me even today – that I don’t have someone to even hold hands with. Every day when I see couples holding hands, I feel a great sense of sadness and loneliness overwhelms me. This happens at least once a day.
The evening went so well, that I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for the potential of where it could go.
I made a seemingly good impression, and having some of my musician friends come up and greet me and my date just added to good impression.
She even got a goodie bag. I took her home and we hugged and kissed goodbye (relax guys, just a peck)
Now that’s a date I thought.
The next day I texted her to say thanks for the good evening and we should do it again. She agreed.
Then…suddenly…she began to avoid me. Invites to other outings went unanswered. Not even as much as “sorry I’m busy”.
This is where the awkwardness began. Without reasoning, how does one know when to stop making a fool of one’s self.
Eventually I just stopped messaging her, as it seemed like that’s what she wanted.
Then about year later, I mailed out a joke wedding invite to a bunch of select people, one of which was her, (yup, THAT story is covered in my book), and she replied with the friendliest email in the world asking me how I am and we must catch up sometime.
So I replied with sure, let’s do lunch. Which she replied yes to, and we ended up setting up a lunch date at a place just outside her work so that she wouldn’t have to go too far.
The lunch went surprisingly well, and just like that night a few years ago we got along great. I thought well, maybe we just needed a second chance at this.
Until of course, I said we should do this again. Then she said but I thought you were in a relationship now (don’t worry, I laughed just as much as you are laughing right now). I said, no, I am as single as I have always been.
She avoided me since that lunch ended. Once again with no explanation. I had twice made a complete fool of myself, without even realizing it.
I’m not sure what she’s up to these days, but I seem to remember seeing a while back she had a kid since then. My friend and I often try to understand what exactly happened with her, but it’s just another one of those stories that hurt to try and figure out.
Mmm…I wonder if she’s free for dinner this weekend