- The Storried Platform
HOW TO GET THE MAN OF YOUR DREAM – By Esiri Ukueku-Uduaghan
My dear friend Carrie told me she met this cute guy at the bank the other day. She said she had a foreign exchange transaction to sort out and he was the bank officer in charge of her case.
He was so well dressed, well mannered, well spoken and absolutely stunning that she lost her train of thought several times in the course of expressing to him her banking needs.
At the conclusion of the transaction my friend couldn’t help but hand her business card out to Mr.Cutie and offer that they go out drinking sometime. She requested his number and Mr. Cutie was happy to oblige her.
Later on that week, she gave him a call and formally asked him out to dinner on the weekend. But Mr. Cutie said he was going to be out of town for a friend’s wedding. She felt a little disappointed, but she handled it like the Big Girl that she is and informed him that she would check in on him at a more convenient time.
On the following Wednesday, my friend sent a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates to his office with a note saying:
“One weekend down,
LET ME MAKE IT MEMORABLE FOR YOU*
P.S.: You can either eat these chocolates now, or bring them with you on our weekend together.”
Wow! Mr. Cutie responded speedily in a text message with an emphatic YES!
On Friday, Carrie sent him the address to the fancy hotel where she had made a dinner reservation and true to his gentlemanly poise, Mr. Cutie arrived dead on time as expected.
Dinner was amazing the conversation was brilliant, ambiance was stimulating and at the perfect time, my friend tells Cutie that she took the liberty of paying for a room at the hotel and that she would like very much to share her room with him tonight, if he didn’t mind. Mr Cutie responded: “I would love to, very much so.”
On that note, Carrie called for the bill, paid for dinner and up to her room they went. According to my friend, that was the beginning of a fun-filled, mind blowing, orgasmic and relaxing weekend for them both.
As fascinated as I was by her tale, I had to say: but Carrie, don’t you worry that you would appear cheap to Mr. Cutie? I read somewhere that women who chase after men are perceived as CHEAP.
She replied: “That’s preposterous, how can anyone regard me as cheap, for identifying what I want and going for it, plus I was sure to put an envelope in his pocket on his way out of the door. I mean he definitely earned it.”
Just then, her phone buzzed, it was a message from Mr Cutie and it read:
“Thank you Carrie. I had the weekend of my life. I certainly want to do this again
This time, YOU LET ME!”
P.S.: Feminist Women are not held bound by Patriarch Rules.
P.S.: I never asked what happened with the chocolates.
By Esiri Ukueku-Uduaghan
My dear friend Carrie told me she met this cute guy at the bank the other day. She said she had a foreign exchange