I've been dodging this post, I won't lie. I'm such a chicken :)

We met at the end of July at a work thing. It was a community fair and I was representing my college and he was representing his organisation. I was feeling really unwell with with what would turn out to be laryngitis and was just waiting for my back up to arrive so I could go home and rest. I didn't understand why this guy was hovering around our stand, even though he picked up an info pack. I actually thought he wanted to hit on my student hahahaha!

Anywhos, we got talking and the conversation was flowing so easily. He works in the medical field and could tell by my cough that all was not well, so we didn't talk long. We exchanged phone numbers and I made way home.

For the next week as my condition got worse and I was home off sick, we used to talk and text (lost my voice), at least three times a day. I found out we had loads in common, he was went to the boys school next door to mine and he had grown up in the East. He was shocked because he didn't think I was Nigerian, much less Igbo and then triple shocked that I could speak Igbo (I love when people underestimate that).

After house arrest was over, we went on a lunch date and a stroll in the park. He was on it and I loved the attention. (It's been a while since I had a decent type of male attention). We talked about Nigeria, families, movies, music, work, the lot.  Even with the random British rain attack while in the park, it was a good day.

We met up a few times over the next couple weeks and it was all gravy, funny and cool. But very soon, sex came up. Two weeks I think. I don't want to go into too much detail because my blog is not amebo proof (hehehe). The long and short of it is that over two weeks we kept arguing about me not wanting to have sex with him and the more we 'discussed' it, the more turned off him I became. According to him, I was the FIRST girl he had dated who hadn't jumped into the sack with him straight away and he felt that I was rejecting him in a sense. I stood my ground and gave my points and we laid it to rest.

The weird thing is, even though things were cool. It had dented my impression of him. The question mark was there flavoured with a hint of disappointment as well. The butterflies were also well and truly gone and I was searching for them the way our Mothers used to look for their slippers with a torch light when NEPA took the light. But we were steadily going about our business. He took me to the Dbanj concert and we still talked but he had stopped telling me when he was free and stuff like that, as he didn't want to 'assume' anything. *eye roll*.

Roll on to my birthday. We went out the weekend before my actual birthday and he met all my friends and we were dancing and having a good time. He went all territorial which I noticed he does in public, to mark me as his woman etc etc. We met on Wednesday and went to the movies and we spoke about me being angry that I had to work on my birthday weekend as no one could cover me for a work event that he was also attending. With all that gist and also adding to the fact that he is on my BBM and Facebook, how could he FORGET MY BIRTHDAY!

The whole day passed and went and not a peep. I called  and asked him and he said 'Oh isn't it next weekend?'. Gosh! I was weak. The killer for me was when I saw him at the event on Sunday where we were working, he still didn't apologize, or anything! Not even Happy Freaking Birthday! I was fuming and just went cold because all sorts of crazy stuff was going wrong with our equipment and staff, so had to keep it professional.

All in all, I'm sad because I can't even see the guy I liked in the first place only a month and half ago! It's all gone pear shaped and so quickly as well. I can't see any attention or care and that for me is so so so very important. Unfortunately I can't help but think a lot of stuff started going wonky after the sex talk. I told him if the situation was not right for him he should bounce (no hard feelings). The birthday thing was really hurtful. Was he scared that I would need a big gift or something? I'm not even like that and have never been.  We are meeting on Sunday for 'a talk'. So there we go. My dish has gone cold. The question is whether to return or try and re-heat.