BAD BOY

(p.s notice the time difference in which the text messages are replied.)
5:00 PM : phone rings, i check who is calling, not important, i hang up,
phone rings again i hang up
5:01 pm : text message same person lets call him Ferrari, hey was
calling to check up on you
10:35pm: i reply text, sorry i was sleeping am good
10:36pm : Ferrari- where you at?
10:50pm : me- at my house
10:52pm : Ferrari: am outside your house, a knock at the door.
I open my door to find Ferrari standing at the door half a bottle of minute maid in 1 hand an umbrella in the other and a wide grin on his face. Questions flood my mind as i throw a disinterested hey his way. He makes himself welcome and the first question i ask is, 'why do you visit people at night? ‘He laughs, am pissed because that question was not funny. He asks how my weekend was and i explain in 1 0r 2 lines before he jumps in to explain to me how his was. He goes on to tell me how since he is a bad boy his life involves partying hard and more partying so he has been drinking all weekend long (insert Nigerian accent). I promise to Google exactly who is a bad boy after he leaves because at this point am very confused. Deathly silence follows afterwards, i count the number of mosquitoes in my house, the number of tiles on the kitchen counter, and I rearrange and arrange my house afresh in my head as I wait for conversation to flow. I can see him staring at me from the corner of my eye. The seconds drag, the eerie silence not amusing apparently the screeching crickets only have a party when am sleeping. Do you enjoy my company? he finally asks. Not at all, i retort. At this point i maintain eye contact to make sure i see his expression and drive the message home. I explain to him why he is boring company, as he is too quiet and silence gives me the creeps, it also makes the mouth smell and i don’t like odour I add. At this point i expect him to walk out but no he makes himself comfortable and tells me how he is not a quiet person its just something about me that makes him quiet at this point i switch off and am about to doze off when he asks me what i like about him. Am startled, he is wrong for assuming i like anything about him because i don’t am just trying to be nice. I rephrase his question in my head and smile to myself. He asks me not to go for my Monday lectures and we stay indoors all day, at this point i laugh; a hearty laugh, i would not trade my overly boring Monday lectures to spend five more minutes with Ferrari. On his last attempt to redeem himself he asks me to accompany him to his house and sleep over there. At first i thought i heard wrong but on second thought he meant what he was telling me. At this point i think it is time to give him a reality check, i tell him am disinterested in his romantic overtures, wouldn’t hook up with a person am struggling to have conversation with and definitely how he was not my type. But Ferrari was relentless he interrupted me saying how i was a nice beautiful girl who is missing out on good opportunities like having a boyfriend like himself.(haha i checked myself into a mental institution)
1:03 am i have had enough of the bullshit he is telling me and i see him out of my house, he promises to call as he gives me a chance to think about his advice.
Urban dictionary defines a bad boy as a willful, independent person, who does what he wants, when he wants it, does not follow trends, trends follow him; he often looks scruffy, but hip, he is not looking for trouble, but there is a danger about him and this makes him irresistible to women. Ferrari possesses none of this characteristics, he tries so hard to be someone he is not and he thrives in labeling himself a bad boy. A bad boy unlike Ferrari isn’t always seeking reassurance he is a confident man at ease with the women can date a woman of his choice because of his status. He does not have the time for ladies like me to trample all over his ego.
I feel for men like Ferrari, they try so hard at something that they should not be. If only he tried that much to be himself and not somebody else maybe, just maybe he would stand a chance.
it is around 2.00am as i draft this particular text message it reads,' i know what i want and wont apologize for it and it is definitely not you' i don’t press the send button,i dont know the timeline ferrari gives to his advice sinking but i wait for his phonecall in the meantime i save the message!!!!!