He’s Handsome but Trouble

Since last year, I started a tradition of fasting one day in a week. After my fast a few days ago, I prayed to God and asked him to take away the pain in my heart. This pain is caused by a guy I’m crushing on at my workplace. I feel wounded that since we resumed work, Bryan has not made any attempt to come over and say hi. All I wanted was for him to come over and start a conversation with me. I wouldn’t care less if we only talked about the weather. I just want him to talk to me. 

But I guess all this has more to do with my wounded pride. See, towards the end of last year, I chose to block Bryan on Telegram because I didn’t want to fall in love alone. However, it’s now coming to two months! Bryan never tried to call or question me in person about the whole saga. Matter of fact, it’s like nothing happened at all. This is very annoying because if he cared, he would have tried to contact me. So now I am mad that I blocked him and he doesn’t even care.  I have a problem with the fact that he is oblivious to the whole thing. 

Some days ago, I looked up Bryan on social media. Even after knowing him for awhile, I never considered digging into his life. There wasn’t much on X since only the people following him can have access to his account; but I found everything I needed on Facebook. 

One thing you need to know is that I made a sound decision to be single for two years. This time of intentional singlehood has to end on July 31, 2025. It started well and I was sure it was the best decision I ever made. However, I believe something is not right once you start losing your mind over the fact that someone hasn’t talked to you, _or when they don’t show any concern for being blocked. So I asked God to intervene. And He did. 

On Sunday after church service, I had plans of hanging out with a workmate at a Resort in Jinja. Fallon and I mostly took pictures since she is scared of both heights and water. I, on the other hand, had a great time sitting on the rocks both on land and in the water. My only upset was the loud secular music. If not gospel music, silence is often a better alternative for me. 

Later that day as I sat in the water, I watched a guy come and sit on a rock some distance away from me. Initially my focus was on the water but when I felt watched, I turned in his direction. Nonetheless, my attention wasn’t so much on him because I had earlier spotted him with someone that I assumed was his girlfriend. Besides, he could have been looking at anything in my direction, and not exactly at me,-I convinced myself. 

Again when I felt watched, I thought it was because my shorts were a bit too short. Thus I pulled them down a bit to cover more skin on my thighs. In addition to that, I turned and faced the opposite direction so that he wouldn’t have to stare at me. 

I was wrong. Because he just came over instead. 

“I am Frank. Can I get you a beer?” He said. Wonders never cease. I never thought I would ever hear those words. First, it sounded like a line from the movies. Secondly, I was not in the bar. Do we even have beer in Uganda? _On second thought, I take that back. I just recalled that we just got recognized as the number one country in the world for drinking the most alcohol. 

Not long after that, I had gotten to know that Frank is a Catholic and that he likes my nails. Can’t blame him though, they looked cute in the water with the purple nail polish. When he asked to have a look, I offered him my hand. As he pressed my hand gently in different parts, he exclaimed, “You have very soft hands!” 

We chatted momentarily and then I had to go because Fallon signalled for me when the waitress brought our food. 

“I would really love to see you again,” Frank said. Before that he had suggested to take me to some other place when I left the resort but I had cleverly left the request unanswered. I did the same now to his request of him wanting to see me again. 

When I left the water to go for lunch, Frank also departed but he remained within eye sight. He moved to a spot with the girl that I had earlier spotted him with. 

Fallon commented on how Frank had followed me around. However, I knew not what to say. “Anyway, when we found them together, they were sitting apart with some distance between them. Perhaps they are just friends,” Fallon concluded. (Later at night, I found out that the lady is a wife to the other guy who later joined them.)

When we were done eating, Frank returned. Again, he offered to take me elsewhere. 

“I am not dressed appropriately to be moving around,” I replied. 

“I would really love to see you again,” he said openly. This made me shy because Fallon was sitting at the table, watching and listening. 

“Let me give you my number,” I offered, reaching for his phone. Frank seemed content with the gesture and left soon afterwards. I watched as he walked back to his friends, and together they left the venue. 

Not long after their departure, Frank called. I told him I was still at the resort and that the music was very loud. Not to mention the low phone battery. I asked him to call me later at night. He consented. 

Once upon a time, I wanted a guy to spot me, walk over, and offer to buy me a drink(not exactly a beer). I wanted a guy to ask me if he could take me somewhere nice. I wanted a good looking guy to notice me, approach me, chat with me and tell me afterwards that he wanted to see me again. I wanted a guy to call and text me after our meeting and tell me he wanted to know more about me. I wanted a guy to be clear about his intentions with me. I wanted to experience a guy expressing his interest in me in the presence of someone else. 

This week, all that happened within a few hours with Frank yet I feel nothing! Had this happened eight months ago, I would have been the happiest girl alive. I guess having my own money has changed things. 

Maybe God brought Frank so that I now have something to focus on, other than the fact that Bryan doesn’t care that I blocked him. 

The End.

Disclaimer: The names that feature in this story are fictitious. They were made up to protect the identity and privacy of those involved.

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