“So Sasu, what do you like to do for fun,” Jason asked smiling from across the table. His teeth were so white against his tanned skin. When he smiled, he reminded me of Super Man. What a smile, what a hunk, how did I get so lucky? I thought to myself. I mean the man wasn’t just fine...he knew how to dress as well. I mean!!! The cut of his suit jacket could only mean Armani. His shoes were most definitely Gucci. My gadd...was that a Rolex peeping out of that cuff? And why did he have to smell so expensive? I almost turned to butter when he hugged me. Sigh. I could definitely see us, with our 2.5 kids in a couple of years, in our beautiful house in Malibu.
I took a sip of my Rose and replied, “Just the usual. I love Art, Music and great conversations with people.”
“I love Art as well. Have you seen the current exhibition at the Brooklyn museum?” he asked.
I had definitely not seen it. I hadn’t been in a museum since college but hey “Art” seemed like a classy thing to like abi.
“I haven’t been able to catch that one unfortunately...my schedule is so tight nowadays,” I lied.
“We definitely have to go then. It is amazing and I think you will really enjoy it,” he replied.
“I am sure I will,” I said smiling. In my head I did a quick dab followed by some azonto. 2nd date yaaasss cha-chingg!
I saw the waiter approaching and I remembered I hadn’t figured out what I was going to eat yet. Honestly I had been too distracted by Jason’s fine ass to pay attention to the menu.
“Have you tried the oysters here? They are amazing,” he said. “I’m going to order some, yes?” he added.
I had never tried oysters. They looked nasty. Ugh. I didn’t want to try them but oysters too were supposed to be classy right? And I was trying to impress him. So oysters it was.
“Yes,” I replied.I smiled at him and looked back down at the menu, trying to hide my true feelings.
“I think we need more time with the menu but in the meantime, we would like another bottle of Rose,” Jason told the waiter. I looked up and saw the waiter nod and leave. Good, I needed more time.
“I’m sorry, I hope you aren’t offended that I ordered more Rose without asking you. I just figured we would need another bottle,” he said smiling.
“Not at all. I was going to suggest that,” I replied fake laughing. I wondered if he could tell I was nervous.
“I just find you so intriguing,” he said leaning back against his chair. This guy is too fine. Chai. I gulped and cleared my throat.
“Ahem..what is it that intrigues you?” I asked invitingly. I was proud that my voice wasn’t shaky. I sounded confident as fuck. Yes!
“Everything. First of all, you are gorgeous. More gorgeous than the last time I saw you,” he said reaching out for my hand. I allowed him to have it, blushing.
“You are also so smart. Beauty and brains. How did I get this lucky?” he asked smiling.
“Stop it,” I said giggling. This guy was too much. There was also so much attraction between us. Just the feel of his skin against mine was making me sweat.
“Where did you say you were from again?” he asked using his thumb to rub the palm of my hand.
“I’m Nigerian,” I said smiling. The sensation was driving me crazy.
“Ohh Nigeria. Wow. I didn’t know that. Hmmm. Interesting,” he replied nodding continuously.
“Do you know anyone from Nigeria?” I asked. Everyone knew someone from Nigeria. I just hoped he wouldn’t ask if I knew the person though. I hated when non Africans came up to me asking about some other random African or Nigerian that I was supposed to know just because we shared a continent. Newsflash we don’t all know each other!
“Yeah. I was just over at my friend’s house the other day and some Nigerians were there,” he said interrupting my thoughts.
“Oh really. That’s cool. Did you get a chance to speak to them?” I asked, interested in what he had to say.
“Yeah and they were so upbeat and optimistic. It was incredible to see them so happy despite all the unfortunate things that have been happening in your country. And now you. You seem so happy and well adjusted. Nobody would even guess you came from a country like Nigeria,” he said smiling.
I pulled my hand from his grasp and said a silent prayer to the Lord Almighty. No this fool did not just say all that.
“I’m sorry, from a country like Nigeria? What do you mean by that?” I asked. All the fone I was blowing for him before had vanished. I was livid.
“You know, it’s so disadvantaged and there is so much corruption and stuff,” he responded.
“Hmmm,” I said laughing clapping my hands twice. “So you think your own country isn’t corrupt abi?” I asked.
“Umm..I think we should move on from this subject. I think it is killing the mood,” he said flashing one of his smiles again. This time it didn’t work.
“No actually, I think we need to have this conversation,” I said seriously, folding my arms.
“Ok say whatever you need to say so we can move on,” he replied sulkily.
My eyes narrowed. I had to teach him a lesson.
“I feel like you have no idea what goes on around you. Yes, my country has corruption problems but your country does too. In fact basically everyone is dealing with corruption issues, some are just better managed than others. You have no right to talk about my country to me like this. I do not know you so why are you so comfortable? I love my country and I am proud to be from Nigeria so please never speak about it in such a condescending manner ever again. It only shows how ignorant you are,” I said angrily.
“Wow that was sassy,” he said
Sassy? I took a deep breath. I’ll show you sassy. I pulled my chair back, grabbed my purse and stood up.
“This is what sassy looks like,” I said and walked out of the restaurant.
Idiot. Why did the cute ones always have to be so dumb.