This is the year I truly hit rock bottom in my dating life. I’ve experienced some of the worst dates and I’m now questioning whether I want to go through the same thing next year. However, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, I’ll keep replaying all the bad dates I’ve been on to remind me to avoid dating until I’m ready. One of the worst ones I’ve been on was a lady who showed up with a hangover.
Having a hangover isn’t a surprise to me or most people in Nairobi. It’s the norm for Nairobians to go out every Friday after work. Some go overboard and end up with a hangover the whole weekend while others know their limits.
It was obvious that Jackie wasn’t a church girl. I knew what I was getting myself into from the beginning. I never said I wanted a church girl either. All I wanted was a decent girl which she seemed to be.
Jackie wasn’t just a pretty face and a nice body. Sure, those were the first things you would notice about her but after the first conversation, you would realize that she was very smart. She had a good job, a car, and a nice apartment – all of which she got from hard work. She was my type of girl and I finally thought I was about to get out of the streets.
We met near where I lived. She must have seen something she liked and stopped to talk to me.
“You look familiar.” She said excitedly.
“Really? You look familiar too. Are you Joyce?” I asked.
“No. I’m Anne.”
“Oh, okay.”
We spoke briefly before exchanging numbers and going our separate ways. I couldn’t stop thinking about her so I called her immediately after I got home.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. I headed home.”
“Do you want to go out for drinks?”
“Okay.”
“Let’s meet at TRM.”
An hour later, I was seated across from the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I was still in disbelief at how I managed to make a good impression on her but I was quite happy with myself. It was during that conversation that I learnt about her and her accomplishments.
She had a Master’s degree and was working on her Doctorate. She had a good job with the government and she drove a Mercedes.
After that date, I was determined to make her mine. We agreed to go on another date.
“We can meet again over the weekend,” I suggested.
“Okay. Where do we meet?”
“Are you comfortable with coming to my place?”
She thought about it and said, “yes.”
“Great. I can’t wait.”
That weekend, I arranged a small gathering for my friends. I wanted them to meet her and give their opinion about her though I knew they would love her.
Around 3 pm, a sleek Mercedes parked outside my apartment and I got a call shortly after.
“I’m outside your gate.”
“Okay. Let me come and open for you.”
I unlocked the gate and she parked inside. We then made our way to the 4th floor and into my apartment where my friends were eagerly waiting to meet her.
“Hi.” Kim said.
“Hi.”
“Welcome.” He added, handing her an empty tumbler and a bottle of gin.
“I’m not really in the mood to drink.”
As soon as she said that, I noticed that she wasn’t her normal self but I didn’t want to ask her about it. I assumed it was one of those days or maybe she wasn’t happy that I had people around.
She sat at the dining table and scrolled through her phone without saying anything. I tried to have a conversation but it was like talking to a wall. In fact, she seemed irritated by me so I left her alone.
Luckily, I was busy with my other friends so I didn’t feel too bad. I served her the food I had been preparing the whole morning and she only took a few bites.
At that point, I thought she was being a diva which was a big difference from the woman I had met earlier that week. Little did I know she had a hangover. She looked miserable so I went to ask if she was okay.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just don’t feel well.”
“Do you want to lie down for a while?”
“I would. Do you have painkillers?”
“Yes,” I said then went to get her some.
She took them then I guided her to my bedroom where she could nap.
We continued to enjoy our afternoon with food and drinks. A few hours later, she came out of the room looking dishevelled.
“I need to go.” She said in a whisper.
“Okay. Are you sure you can drive in this state?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
She got into her car, slowly backed out of the parking and drove off. When I returned, everyone kept asking if she was okay.
“I promise, she’s a really nice person. I don’t know what was wrong with her today.”
We all assumed that she wasn’t impressed by my lifestyle and I counted my losses. After a week, I couldn’t stop thinking about Anne so I decided to reach out to her.
She picked up immediately I called.
“Hi.” I said, slightly confused.
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m good. How are you? Are you feeling better?”
“Yes. Actually, I want to apologize for my behaviour last weekend. I had a hangover and I was in a bad mood.”
“Ooh.. you had a hangover? We were trying to figure out why you weren’t happy. We thought maybe you didn’t like my place or my friends.”
“No, I just had a hangover.”
“So you showed up to our date with a hangover?”
“Yeah, I thought it was just going to be the two of us.”
“Even if it was just the two of us, why would you show up with a hangover?”
“I didn’t want to cancel on you. You seemed like you really liked me and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“So you agreed to a second date out of pity then showed up with a hangover.”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“That’s more insulting than simply cancelling.”
“Okay. I just wanted to explain what happened.”
She then hung up and I never heard from her again. I was actually too embarrassed to tell my friends what had really happened so I told them that she ghosted me.
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