The Story Continues
I am a thirty-something-year-old single woman; something because I just turned the big 3-0 a few months ago. I love romance, relationships, and love; this has led me to critically acclaim myself as a hopeful romantic. I moved to a new city recently, and my dating life was non-existent, until a few months ago. After I broke up with my ex, four years before this big move, I locked up my heart and threw away the key. I could not trust men for anything. I was done! Well, so I thought.
The whole break up saga pushed me closer to God, and I wasn’t willing to settle for any man less than, the one God has for me. Anyway fast forward a couple of months after the demise of my relationship, I was at a friend's birthday party when this excellent looking guy walked in. I definitely know how to spot a handsome guy, which was what landed me in the mess I found myself in the first place.
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Party crush was fresh, had this glowing brown skin, he wore a plaid long sleeve shirt, denim pants, and brown drivers, with me wondering who he was. Was a he friend to the hosts of the party? Or a friend of a friend? Some other girls at the party couldn’t take their eyes off him as well. He was a breath of fresh air. I almost melted away when he commanded my attention, with one hand resting entirely on the tip of my shoulder, gently asking me (a complete stranger), where my friend was. I answered, while doing backflips in my mind, thinking—Omg! Omg! Our paths just crossed, could he be the one? I know, I know, I thought I was done with men; but I also thought I had seen all of God's beautiful creation until I came in contact with party crush.
My friend’s husband, being the sharp guy that he was, introduced me to party crush. After exchanging hellos, that was about it.
As soon as things started winding down at the party, I hurried to my friend’s side, asking her to give me the lo-down of who this bloke was. She went; oh, you are interested in him? Of course, I am! Have you seen him? With a concerned look on her face, with me thinking— ‘oh-oh, here we go again! This one may not be good for me! Why are all the fine guys always bad boys?' before I brought myself back to listen to what she had to say.
"He is a solid Christian" What? Then that’s not an issue now! I replied back to her. She continued “He doesn’t even go for parties, where they have the lights off.” But that is the kind of man I am looking for, abi you don’t believe in my own brand of Christianity? My thoughts back to her. One of my friends teased saying; abi Evi you go for parties where they are offing light?
Then she came up with the real reason; he only dates exotic looking girls, he doesn't like being hooked up and there are a lot of girls that are dying on top his matter in church. Ah! You just dissed me oh—I replied quickly. She still agreed to hook me up and asked that I send some pictures. I went to one of my friends to help me select the crème of the crop picture, you know the ones where I was slaying to the best of my ability, so I could forward them for a possible chance to be chosen, (like the contestants on the dating show; The Bachelor) and she said to me, "Evi you are beautiful, you don’t need to be doing all this for a man, the right one will come.” Yea yea yea! They were words of wisdom but, I still sent the pictures oh! No dulling!
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I can’t remember if the matchmaker forwarded them, but Mr. Christian Guy, aka Party Crush and I never amounted to anything.That was three years ago. Since I moved to a new city, I hadn’t even been on one date! Or come in contact with a man as handsome as Party Crush. Well, I was used to being by myself, so it wasn't a big deal. I barely go out; with my brother continually teasing that the man I am looking for would knock on my door one day (wouldn’t that make for a Disney fairytale story?) Then on the one year anniversary of my moving to a new city, I went out on a date. The first date in four years. Yes, guys, it has been hard out here in these streets.
It was one sunny Sunday afternoon, after church, while my cousin and I were trying to make it back to our car, when I caught Mr. Not so Perfect’s attention. I was walking past his car when he said something to me, and I stopped to hear him out. He asked if he could get my phone number, in my head I was busy thinking "I am not going to stand by your car, while you are in it, asking for my number. You better come down from your vehicle and talk to me.” But in reality, I smiled and told him that my feet were hurting from the heels I was wearing and needed to sit down. So he came down from his car and hurriedly followed behind me.
Standing by the window of my car, he asked for my number and I gave it to him. While he was trying to save it on his phone, he asked for clarification of my name, and went ahead to spell it correctly in one go! My name is a straightforward name, but people call me all sorts, from Eve, to Evelyn to Evie to Ovi, to Wawi (the kids I used to babysit called me that), and even if I don’t mind the destruction of my name, when it comes to spelling it, I am very particular about that one. And Mr. Not so Perfect, got it right at once, which led me to think—could he be the one?
Originally Published on Bellanaija.com
Mr. Perfect is a seven-part series, that would be published every week on BellaNaija and a couple of days later on Let's Talk Nation. It is Evi's journey to happily ever after. Join us every week to find out what happens.
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About The Author: Evi Idoghor is a Christian, writer and content creator on Letstalknationblog.com. She is a chemical engineering graduate from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. Consumed by her love for writing and desire to effect change, she launched her online platform––Let’s Talk Nation––to tap into her creativity and start meaningful conversations that would make a difference around the world.
Most of her writing has been influenced by her time spent in America, where she lived for about 11 years. Also, she lived in Nigeria and South Korea and currently loves traveling the world while learning about other fascinating cultures. You can find her on all social media platforms with @eviidoghor.