Vee
The worst part about being in Africa is that skinny girls are considered unattractive. At least that's how I see it. African men like their woman with some meat on their bones. That's the reason why I'm sitting here alone in this wedding reception party and the guy I like is on the dance floor with my friend. Let me explain. 30 minutes ago Gina, Marissa and I walked into the reception hall. The hall decorated in blue black and white. They're also this very beautiful blue black and white balloons hanging on the ceiling of the hall. A huge crystal chandelier hangs on the center of the hall's ceiling. I'm busy taking in the beautiful reception hall when I lock eyes with the most handsome man I've ever seen. Brown eyes, pointed nose, pink pouty lips and well defined cheekbones. His golden skin is more prominent in the black body hugging suit he's wearing. He's wearing a white shirt and a black tie in the suit. Damn I don't need to see him out the tux to know that he works out and yes he looks older. Say in his late 30s or early 40s. My friends notice I've been staring and decide to look his way and oh my God he begins to walk towards us without taking his eyes off mine. What's that word? Ah yes, he pins me with his eyes. He moves to our table and greet us introduces himself and my friends and I take turn in introducing ourselves. My phone rings and I walk to the balcony to answer the call from my boss telling me we'll be having a meeting with the new CEO of the company and bla bla bla. When I come back I see Gina dragging Mr. Hottie to the dance floor. Arrghh I hate my life. I'm not always this insecure it's just I have grown tired of losing the guys I like to my friends all because I don't have the huge boobs and huge ass.
So I'm now seated in our table alone and sipping my scotch all by myself. It's just God's grace that I'm able to fight back my tears. My beautiful pink gown hugs my almost nonexistent curves nicely and my feet are beginning to hurt because of my 5inches stilettos. All I want to do now is go to the small apartment I share with my friends and sleep. So I leave the party.
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I wake up with a terrible headache. I think I drank too much. Gina didn't come home yesterday. Marisa says she followed Mr. Hottie to his house. Yeah I gave him a nickname. Don't judge me but I was kinda lost in gawking him that I didn't get his name. I walk into the kitchen and Marissa welcomes me a milky cup of tea just the way I like it. I take my time sipping it savoring the smell. A harsh knock on the door makes me jerk from the kitchen stool. "Don't worry I'll get it" Marissa says smiling at me. The harsh knock comes again. "No broke da door. Some dull thing" Marissa yells making me chuckle. How did she even know its Gina? Those two are always at logger heads with each other. I watch a Marissa walks to the door with her long t shirt reaching just below her ass, scratch that, her huge perky ass. I won't lie I feel jealous sometimes or should I say most times. The door flies open immediately Marissa unlocks it. "Abeg shift. Lemme go inside" Gina says sounding a little too excited for my liking. "What's wrong with this one?" Marissa asks. "Guess who is dating wealthy hot guy?" Gina yells at the top of her voice. "What is this one saying" Marissa asks looking confused. Good. I'm not the only confused person here. "Diot. I'm not talking to you" Gina says before turning to me. "Vee boo. You remember the guy I danced with last night right. Well, he took me to his place. Happens we were in same school and I well had a crush on him. He told me he also like me..." She continues blabbing. I don't bother listening. "...so he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said Yes" I hear her finish. I make sure I don't show how jealous I feel. "Really" I yell faking an excitement. "Wow Gi'ho I mean Gina. I'm happy for you" says Marissa not even trying to hide her annoyance. "So much for being happy." Gina says rolling her eyes at Marissa before going to her room. "Babes. I know you liked that guy. Just don't pretend to be fine with it" Marissa says looking me in the eye with pity. I hate when anyone does that. "Mari I don't like that. It's fine. Please I'm fine with it really." I say fighting back my tears.