NOT EVERY GUY WANTS YOUR NUMBER!!!

…Okay let me rewrite that.

NOT EVERY GUY THAT GIVES YOU A RIDE WANTS YOUR NUMBER.

A tale of two girls as delivered to me by one of them (names are changed for anonymity reasons).

Sola and Christy are the closest of classmates. They chose to be referred to as classmates because that happened to be the foundation of their friendship.

This fateful Friday, the girls were walking down to the back gate through the medical centre-DLI road (If you do not understand this route and you are a Unilag student, whattttt? If you do not understand this route and you are not a Unilag student, sorrrrrryyyyy!).

Their steps were unhurried and their gist was laughter-filled when a car slowed down beside them.

Sola’s first thought was, ‘is this a potential?’

Her second thought was, ‘no Christy is here so, he may be after her’.

Her third thought was, ‘ohhhh, he’s slowing down for the speed bump’.

All three were wrong.

The window rolled down in that amazing way windows do and a dashing young man leaned across his seat to ask for directions.

Bummer

Directing him orally wasn’t working out well so Sola suggested that they get in the car since that was their destination.

Conversation flowed easily as Wurld’s ‘Ego’ drifted over the speakers. They seemed to be getting along, ‘maybe he is a potential after all’, Sola tried to resign.

Christy got down a few minutes later -after remaining suspiciously silent while Sola and the man with no name conversed- with their usual greetings of ‘bye, baby’ ‘bye, honey’ and Mr. No name mentioned how that might make Sola’s boyfriend jealous.
As a sharp girl, she quickly retorted with “he doesn’t exist” which to any other person would have been the perfect opening for further conversation.

It wasn’t.

The car parked immediately after exiting the back gate.
Sola got down and crossed the road.
Mr. No name drove off.
Without as much as asking for her name, not to even mention her number.

THE END.