Hit me baby one more tyme...

After the encounter with my first love, I vowed not to date any man again. I don't know what went wrong. We seemed perfect for each other but we were constantly arguing. We had to let go of each other for the betterment of each other. He still loves me and I still love him but we can't be together as of now.... why? I don't know. His family moved to Texas and I'm here.. just stuck in Ohio. .hmmmmmmmm

the moment phil walked away, I felt like every good thing left me , but I was wrong........Lekan came along

He was rough and tough.. nothing like what I wanted in a guy but he was good to me. He was caring. loving, and trust worthy. He was new to love even though he had dated many girls. I could recall a day I wanted to enter the hallway, he walked into tha hallway, kicked the door open for me to enter. The door almost hit me and I wondered why he couldn't just hold it for me to walk in. ... he did a lot of things that I cannot even start to mention. More than anything, he wanted to be loved. He wanted me to love him as much as he loved me but it was hard. I had loved phil and i could never love anyone as much as I had loved him. Lekan knew about phil; he urged me to let go of the past. "I love you and I believe I deserve your love," he said sometimes ago.

"That's really wierd," I yelled out loud one day. I couldn't recall what he did but he got offended when I said he was a wierd person. "I'm wierd? that means I'm not good enough for you. You can't appreciate what I do? You don't even appreciate me. You can't beg me for anything.. I guess it's impossible since you have someone you cry to on the phone!"

I was speechless for almost ten minutes. All I could ask myself was does he even know what wierd means? anyway, he apologised. We became closer and people thought we were dating. I guess it's easy for them to say because we hung out a lot. His presence brings joy and laughter but I was not what he wanted me to be. He wanted me to be deeply in love but I couldn't force myself. We decided to give us a try but I was unhappy because nothing changed. We were just the way we used to be. Lekan has a problem... when it comes to saying "I don't know what that means...or can u explain better because I don't want to misinterprete you?"... he had big issues. He'd rather pretend to know something and just fuse around than admit to not knowing it and get help.

I went to the salon on saturday and he was supposed to pick me up. He came with a very nice car and I wondered where he got it from. He told me his car broke down and he had to rent a car for the meantime. I entered the car, he hit the start button and the car started. "hgmmmm impressive!" was my response and we both laughed. We listened to the same song over and over and I told him to change the cd or skip to the next song. He said he was not going to change it because he liked the song.

{ ABout 3 hours later... evening}

We were heading to a friend's house and the same song was still playing. " My friend set this song to repeat itself so we're stuck with it", he said. " You can change it now that he's not here, I'm sick of hearing the same song over and over," I said. "I'm not changing it!", he replied. "You are not changing it or you don't know how to? I don't like the fact that u tend to pretend when u don't know something. If I don't know something, I let u or anyone know. that's how u learn. there's no need to act like we know all." was my response.

"GBOOSHHHHHHHHHHHHH"








.................sound of a heavy blow on my head. If he wasn't driving, it would have been worst. "How dare you talk to me like that. You need to shut the hell up sometimes. You think you can just insult me and get away with it? All you do is open your mouth to insult believing you're the smartest. Don't you know it hurts when you talk like that? I know how to change the song........" HE yelled at the top of his voice and fumbled with the cd player. I sat there holding my head in shock. The fist was heavy and painful; I was hurt and i almost cried. I took my phone and he looked at me surprised; he thought I was going to dial 911.

Instead, I deleted his number and messages from my phone. When we got to the red light, he held my hand and said sorry.

"Get your hands off me now!".... I yelled non stop and he left me alone. He drove me home and I went straight to bed. About an hour later, my phone rang and.... "hello sade, I'm sorry for what happened today, I didn't mean to..."

"Look here lekan, I don't want to talk about this nonsence. Good night and Good bye" **tone**

QUESTION 4 ALL:

What will you do if you were sade?
Why do some men think hitting a lady is the solution to problems?
What do you think of the story?
What would you have changed about any character in this short story?

NOTE: Originally posted on NW when I first wrote it.