Last week Saturday took a walk along High Street, don’t get in a fuss about which Saturday it was, the date’s not the moral of the story. When I bumped into a gal I stuck out Secondary School with, nothing to do with her. And Ayanna* joyous at the reunion (I was a bit of a ringleader of the wrong sort) immediately invited me to the WASA fete with her. What I found marvelous about this is how it proves my theory right, if someone didn’t like you 5 years ago, maturity does not necessarily change that. It’s not like food this like and dislike, take paw-paw, I hated that frigging thing, so much I thought it punishment when I had to eat it. These days I love me some pawpaw, yes sir.
But me having not liked Ayanna has not changed. yes I was young and hot-blooded and prone to sporadically not liking people. But in this case that isn’t the case. See, time doesn’t change everything and Ayanna’s loud abrasive obnoxious manner has gotten more pronounced as she found herself, or possibly it’s just absence having made the heart grow fond of its absence. The girl’s LOUD. Loud I tell you. The invite was given to I and all the pirates in range.
Quiet gentle soul I may be but the invite beckoned, most of all because her brother, still hott as ever, said he’d pick me up. Dashing though didn’t cut it; WASA ain’ for the faint hearted or the quiet souls. Did my first and last of that. Moral of the story: avoid loud obnoxious people
Next time you hear from me it’ll be after Valentine’s Day and… I’m not ruining it for anyone by bringing this up, am I? Get the girl a present cheapskate.
*Ayanna is her real name.
**printed in ETNT magazine. bhah
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