Most people say one kiss is all it takes but don't you think that might be too quite presumptuous? It was about 9:27am on the twenty-third day of September 2013, a pleasant and rare sunny Monday. I got awoken by the warmth emanating from the sun's rays that penetrated the curtain covering my window. I usually don't wake up that late but there was a party the night before, a party filled with booze that'll definitely make even an alcoholic pass out. I reluctantly got out of bed and sat quietly on the wooden chair near my closet. I could perceive the sweet savor coming from the Kitchen, that's definitely my roommate cooking I thought. He got out of the Kitchen and immediately noticed me staring at the ground with a blissful smile on my face.
"You don dey think about Vanessa abi" he said, smiling as he teased me, then continued "Hard guy hard guy, las las you don fall in love". Well, he wasn't entirely wrong. Even though she wasn't what I was thinking about at that moment, she was definitely part of the reason behind my happy mood. I often sit on that wooden chair every morning when I wake up to easily snap out of my theta state and usually unconsciously wear a bewildered look but this time, it was different. Two things changed my mood this time, - First, the aroma from the Kitchen. Second, and even more importantly, Vanessa.
Vanessa was the girl I met at the party the night before. I got introduced to her by a friend who I knew had a crush on me. She wanted me to meet her friends and I did, I met a lot of her friends at the party and she was really excited to introduce me to all of them. The truth is; I liked her undoubtedly, but not in that way. I only hope she'd understand if we ever got the chance to talk about it, -understand how I developed feelings for a lady I never would've known if she hadn't introduced me to her. My friend's name was Laura. I met a lot of Laura's friends that night but Vanessa was a lot more different. She charmed me by the way she shook hands with me and I was pretty sure she knew what she did when she looked into my eyes, smiled and winked seductively at me. Apparently I've had experiences like this in the past, but I'm not so sure if I have ever felt the way I did when she held my hand and smiled at me. Her confidence was intriguing. Instantly, everything about her just made sense. I've never really been into dark skinned ladies but Vanessa changed my entire perception. The look on her eyes was bewitching and I could talk about her curves all day. Her stance was alluring, her dental braces was nothing like I've ever seen before; so prepossessing and I could estimate she's nearly 6" 0. Her epidermis was so flawless that I became tactile.
I usually don't get attracted to a person's physique and as a matter of fact, I had laid down precepts to trail in order to navigate through situations like this but at that very moment, every of my personal code of conduct got completely erased from my memory and I forgot every principle I vowed to adhere to. What a mess! However, I liked the butterfly feeling in my stomach.
I met her briefly and didn't get the opportunity to establish contact with her. I really couldn't ask for her number while we talked briefly, it might break Laura's heart and I wasn't ready to start any drama so I sort of just let it slide. The party lasted about six hours and the only thing on my mind was ...Vanessa.
I sat there on my wooden chair reminiscing the events from the night before forgetting I had classes to attend. Oh yes, it was my first year in the pursuit of my master's degree so I hurriedly got ready and rushed down to school. I snuck into the classroom, the lecturer was there in front solving some stupid mathematics on the white board. I stared with a puzzled look at the white board as the scribbled words just couldn't make any sense to me. The only thing that made sense to me at that point was Vanessa. I pulled out my android phone shortly thereafter, logged on to Facebook and searched for her. I never knew there were over a million Vanessas on Facebook but the butterflies in my stomach sort of made it quite easy to go through the hectic task of searching for my one and only Vanessa. It was however worth it, I found her and texted her but it seemed her profile hadn't been used for ages, but I still texted her anyways. I scanned through her profile and discovered we were both Virgos. There was so much we had in common, her hobbies aligned with mine, her likes and dislikes were my likes and dislikes. Only that astronomers predict that the relationship between two Virgos can be quite catastrophic but who cares? I don't believe in the stars anyway. I used to believe in the stars anyway, but since Vanessa and I are both Virgos, I don't anymore. It's just so stupid and beautiful at the same time to be so infatuated to a person you know absolutely nothing about. So exhausting yet exciting. Every night, I'd sleep to Shane Filan's songs while painting pictures of her in my head. I waited a couple of days but got no reply from her on Facebook. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I started to wish I never met her in the first place. Better still, I wish I had never gone to that party, or maybe I should've just asked for her number when I met her. A million thoughts about her kept running through my mind every day that went by. I knew I'd see her again anyway,....or maybe not.
