The thing about we guys is that we get easily attracted by what we see, the truth was that I liked Barbara but that didn’t stop me from admiring the next girl that caught my fancy. I met her at a lunch party organized by the bank where I work. This was exactly a week after meeting Barbara.
Sonia was different from Barbara in more ways than one, the first time I saw her it was from across a room and it was her boisterous laughter that caught my attention. I had come to the party alone and this gave me room to scout for the pretty girls. I was chatting with a colleague when she caught my eye, she was laughing loudly, apparently at something funny which had been said. This might sound strange, but its quite difficult to see a lady laugh without giving a damn who was watching her. She’d rather smile or giggle elegantly. But this wasn’t the case with Sonia, she laughed with abandon, throwing caution to the wind. She’s the kind of person who’d actually laugh at your jokes and not pretend.
My colleague noticed me watching her and said…
“That’s Sonia Odeniran, Chief Odeniran’s daughter. I heard she just got back from Ghana.”
“Hmmmmm…” I feigned unconcern, but inside me, I was already calculating how to approach her. She had an impressive resume’. Chief Odeniran’s daughter. I had heard of him, in fact he was a major client in our bank. I had no idea he had such a …well…such an energetic daughter.
It was at this point I realized I had embarked on a journey without knowing it. I was on a quest in search of “Miss Right”. I had never been this serious about ladies before, I had gone three years without a girlfriend before so it was obvious I was not a womanizer. But all of a sudden, finding the right woman had become an important task for me. I knew guys my age whom the thought of marriage had not crossed their minds yet, Femi, for example was a year older than I was and he was still living the playboy life.
I guess, what people want in life are different, I knew I didn’t want to live the kind of life my good friend lived, I’d rather settle down like Oscar with a woman I”ll share my everything with. My good times, bad times and even ugly times, someone who’d appreciate me for who I am.
These were the deep thoughts running through my mind as I watched Sonia. A good woman wasn’t about the looks, I reminded myself. So keep your eyes in check.
I excused myself from my colleague and decided to position myself at a place where I’ll have easy access to Sonia. I succeeded in inserting myself into their little group and joining the conversation. I had a chance to look at her up close, she wasn’t a beauty like Barbara, but she had curves in the right places. She was quite short,plump and shapely, a real Yoruba girl.
“Hello” her voice startled me, I had been examining her so much that I got lost in the moment.
“Hello.” I replied “I’m Jacob Kojo”
I held out my right hand, she took it. Her grip was firm.
“Sonia Adeniran.” She smiled “But I’m sure you already knew that”
I smiled back and noticed that the group had dispersed and we were alone.
“So…what are you? A businessman? Investor? Client?” She asked, looking up at me.
“Banker. Your father is one of our major clients” I replied.
“Ooo…banker. That sounds sexy” She said jokingly.
Although I knew it was a joke, I found it unsettling.
“So, tell me about yourself.” She urged.
I was at a loss, I was the one supposed to be doing the questioning, not the other way round. How had the tables turned ? Was I the hunter or the hunted?
“I’m afraid I’m quite boring…your regular guy. Nothing serious” I replied trying to sidestep yhe question.
“With your looks, I doubt it” She batted her eyes at me.
She was flirting with me!
“Trust me, all that glitters isn’t gold.” I said shortly.
She laughed, that laugh that had drawn me to her in the first place.
“Wow…you are intense. You look like a deep thinker. Which means you’re also smart.” She linked her arm with mine “I like smart guys”
She was a bold one, I thought. I wondered what she’d do if I asked her to go home with me.
“Let’s get a drink” I said instead. I needed to cool off and regroup. Something was wrong here, I was no longer the one doing the toasting…I was now the one being toasted.
I didn’t like this feeling. I was used to being in charge in situations like this. I was supposed to be the hunter, not the prey.
But it seemed like Sonia had other plans.
I looked at the woman walking in front of me, she was sexy all right. Everything about her, down to her walking step was provocative. This was Nigeria where we guys were used to being the one chasing the girl, not the other way round. I wanted to see where this was leading with Sonia. She seemed like an interesting person, so full of life.
I pondered on the two ladies: Barbara and Sonia. One so aloof, the other so willing. Both beautiful in their own ways, and both obviously successful. Wait a minute… what was I doing? Comparing notes? Trying to decide which girl I wanted to pursue? Was this how desperate I had become? Why was the”Right” woman so important in my life now?
My head was reeling with questions and I was beginning to have a headache. Meanwhile Sonia was beside me clinging to a glass of wine.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I liked her voice, deep and husky. Feminine yet so strong.
“I’m fine. Parties aren’t just my thing” I replied.
“So, I was right about you. You are a deep thinker. Makes you more mysterious ” She was grinning at me. “I’m sorry if I’m talking nonsense, I just watch too many movies. So I’m used to saying nonsense. I’m afraid my stay in the States has rubbed off on me”
“States?” I blinked “I thought you just returned from Ghana?”
“You asked about me? Interesting. Anyway, its not Ghana, its America. I’m studying for my Masters there.”
I now knew where she had gotten her boldness. “That’s good to hear.”
“You have your phone here?”
I looked at her, perplexed. “Yes. Why?”
“Give it to me.” She ordered politely.
I did. She punched the keypad a few times and handed the phone over to me. I glanced at it, she had typed some numbers on the screen.
“My number. You’ll need it. Call me.” With that she swiveled and walked away from me.
Jesus! What a girl. So tempting…and bold.
I saved her number. who knows, I might need it some time.
Barbara and Sonia… Which would I prefer? I asked myself.