WHO ARE YOU TO THEM? Defining your place in people’s lives.
Is there something between us? I don’t get it. What are we? I asked with a clenched voice.
I met Philip a few months ago, and just like in the movies and a norm between guys and ladies, he asked for my number. The plan was to give him my number and just move on, at least I won’t get stuck with him for long before he allows me to leave.
The Sweet Me
For me, I can be kind and nice to a guy and give my contact, but when you call, I might not grant you an audience or show interest in you. But with Philip, it was different, at least it felt different.
A few days later, he called me and we started talking on the phone. His chat was the insultive type and his choice of words was often derogatory – Just the type of people I stay away from.
All through the chat, he kept using some words that I didn’t like, and what I do in such cases is give it back; I don’t allow people the freedom of using certain words on me, especially if it’s a joke to you, but guess what? I was strangely calm throughout.
Instead of returning the gesture, I sent him a message stating that I was not comfortable with him using those words while talking with me. We got over that issue and moved on. I told him everything about myself, I just couldn’t place it, but I was just cool with him.
I Felt Peace
I always felt this peace whenever I talk or chat with him. I got so comfortable with him, suddenly liking this stranger from nowhere, I became so fond of him that I was losing it. I just couldn’t explain it. This isn’t normal, I said.
He is a good man, not much of a talker though with some bad attitude. I thought to myself, this is who he is, so I accepted him that way.
I told him I would want a no-sex relationship, but it didn’t go well with him. He said he does not do a “no sex relationship” that’s because a guy I turned down, unknowingly to me was Philip’s friend, told Philip that I am a gold digger, but that’s not why I am writing this.
There was this long public holiday, can’t remember the exact thing that was being celebrated. I visited him and stayed at his place from Friday till Tuesday.
We had fun, we laughed, played and finally made love. I felt happy with him that I moved in with him and stayed at his place for a month just so I could see him every day.
We went to work together and went home together since we work in the same town.
The only time I didn’t go with him was when he had to leave home very early. I would be left with no option other than to go to work in public vehicles.
I don’t know, I just got stuck with him, all I wanted was to be with him, be around him, see him.
He was just all over my head and I wondered why, I don’t know why that feeling was there but I guess it’s because of the way he talks. I didn’t know how I got caught up in all these.
I would look forward to my closing hours at work so I could be with him. We were just fine.
The very first day I visited him, I was tempted to kiss him, that was bad of me, right? Lol. Being with him just makes me happy, I was just there; things were going on smoothly for us.
Our First Fight
Our first fight was when he acquired a new property and became broke after paying for it but started acting weird with some annoying attitude. I figured that I needed to be there for him and understand what he was going through.
I told him to let people in sometimes and not just bottle up his emotions always.
We sort of moved on and everything became normal again. Then………….