A timid guy's experience on whooing a "big" girl...

Finally she agreed to date me! To date a whole me! abi a less me, whichever grammar qualifies my feeling. I had wooed her for so long, that the dictionary became partially stored in my brain as i knew the meaning of every ambiguous(una see am) word that came my way and the phonetics in applying them. I called her phone and asked her for a date, after a brief pause, she replied: "chicken capital " pausing for a moment before squeaking a yes like a scared pig who was about to be castrated. I had everyright to be scared, money is something that comes once in a pink moon (if there's any such thing) and last for 3 days on me (FYI). I had so many things to do with it, from buying handouts to filling my cupboard with provisions. I trek to school all the time so its a routine to be broke for 27 days out of 31. D-day finally! I was dressed in my best T-shirt (well ironed, if i must add) and putting on my sunday shoes. I had selected a table that faced outside so i could see her come in while sipping a bottled water, water that took a chunk out of my budget (i haf die ) . A clean shiny baby Honda parked in front, and when i thought it was one of those " aristos " with their sugar -daddies , my dearest Sophia stepped out, paused for a moment to lock the door of the car ... That moment gave me the needed chance, i kept my scrap BB bold 2, walked briskly to the attendant and asked for the rest-room which i was directed to, I practically ran there and spent close to an hour praying she would be gone before i came out of. She was but not after calling me endlessly, which i of course did not pick before she finally sent a message which Still haunts my phone. "BROKE-A-R-S-E , I SAW YOU RUN YO THE TOILET!!! " I died... By- Micheal Ogah - Uniabuja.