My Dates (Three Men)

I once dated three men concurrently...

One wrote me sweet poetry- the kind that makes your feet curl and your heart melt. He would send one poem at the crack of dawn and another just as I tucked myself to bed at night. I would blush and call him up, promising him my heart till the end of time.

The other was handsome. Tall, dark with a full beard and the body of an Adonis. His gorgeous body was all I cared about, really. Because trust me, he was an ass most of the time and he talked too much. But he was an eye candy, and he blessed me with his pictures every day...

The third man was my sugar daddy. He was very tall, refined, intelligent, an accomplished business man who has travelled the length and breadth of the world and oh boy! Could he dress! The patch of gray hair on his head always took my breath away. That and the confidence in his tone and gait. If he wasn't twice my age and married, he would have made a perfect husband for me because he was everything I ever wanted in a man...

Everyone of them lived far away from me- exactly the way I wanted it. Mr. Poetry would pop in one weekend every couple of months and we would take walks in the park and sip coffee under the starry sky.
Sugar Daddy was a very busy man so his visits were always few and far between. And I always looked forward to them because of the mad shopping sprees that accompanied them.
Eye Candy was a broke-ass, his visits were more-often-than-not sponsored by me. Therefore we could only see when I had some money to throw around. Which was why I was very surprised when he called two days ago that he was coming around to see me- the very same weekend I was expecting Mr. Poetry.
"Oh no... I won't be in town... I'm going for a work function in Ibadan.. it was short notice, yes. I'm sorry babe. I'll make it up to you soon.." I stuttered.
The next day, I was waiting at the Nnamdi Azikwe Airport to pick Mr. Poetry up when Sugar Daddy started calling.
"Pumpkin," he said as soon as I picked up, "guess what? I just popped into your city for a business deal and I'm at the airport right now... staring at your perky behind. You know I would recognise that ass anywhere... but hey, don't turn around yet. I'm with my son- he's getting our suitcases... Apparently, he's here to see this girlfriend of his that he can't, for the life of him, stop yapping about. As soon as he's gone, I'll find my way to you. But wait a minute, what are you even doing here?"
I was mortified... my hands were clammy with sweat as I said a little prayer for Mr. Poetry's flight to be delayed. Just then, I felt warm, big arms go around my waist and a baritone voice whisper in my ears.
"Hey, Sexy. I'm here." It was Mr. Poetry. He turned me around and kissed me senseless.
The next words he said made me die a thousand deaths,
"I'm here with my dad and a friend of mine, who insisted on coming with me because he was bored to within an inch of his life and his girlfriend had cancelled out on him. Let's go say hi."
When I looked up, Sugar daddy and Eye Candy were standing side by side, less than ten feet away, their mouths hanging open...
At that moment, all I wanted to be was a bird or and an insect... so I could fly far, far away...
#Fiction

© Blessing Mary Ochiedo