Notes

It started after the night at Tobi’s place. He had earlier called that we plan a threesome or a mini-groupie and since I was trying to get out of my house and was a little horny, I agreed to this plan. I am writing this story because I ended up feeling like I had done the worst thing in the world even if it wasn’t my first time in this arrangement. But the feeling I had came from the fact that I didn’t want to sleep around with random folks but what to do? You don’t exactly pick up a man from the streets of Lagos and make him into your husband. Plus there’s the little saying that men are trash and you have to cherrypick and work with the one that messes up the least. Still, it was not a day’s work.

I rode home on the bus thinking about what to do and I texted my ex. We had broken up because his mother wanted him to come home and get married and I didn’t get to find out about this arrangement until 2 days before his travel. Again, the saying that MEN are TRASH. I got angry and we didn't speak for a week. I had expected him to call or text me at least but this didn't happen so I called and he ignored all of my calls. This was one of my most terrible heartbreaks but after a few months, we started talking again. The relationship was done so there was no talk about going back but we stayed really good friends. It's been almost two years since then and I don't know, I just wanted to maybe talk to someone familiar so I texted him.

He responded and we started texting back and forth. About work, about family, gists that we wanted each other to catch up on when suddenly someone hit me and my phone fell from my hands. The anger that came upon me combined with the frustration I was feeling made it very impossible for me to explode. I shot him a very angry glance and I think he recognized that I was coming for blood when he quickly apologized and bent down to pick the phone.

"I'm so sorry", he quickly added. And with the few "Sorry bro"s coming from different passengers on the bus made me a little calm I calmed myself and replied that it was fine. I locked my phone and plugged my earphones back into my ear and just stared out the window.

A few minutes later, I felt someone nudge at me and I came back into the bus. It was him again. What did he want? I carefully pull my phone in my pocket this time and removed the earplugs I had on. He smiled knowing what and why I did that and said "I apologized already".

"I didn't say I was still angry. I just wouldn't like my phone to hit the floor again.", I replied.

"Alright that's understandable but for the sake of all of this, I'm sorry again".

"Yeah, that's okay. Is everything alright? did you want to say something?".

Then he moved a little closer to my ears and my reflex made me move back and I hit my head against the window. The pain shot through my head and I heard his low laugh and his pleas, I swear all I wanted to do was jump off the bus but I still had a long way to go so I screamed at him.

"Could you leave me alone? What is it you want? Me, dead? Could you not talk to me like until we get off this bus because I really do not want to talk to you or make friends or whatever it is you want to do. "

I know he expected this reaction because his face was a little smiley and painful. I know he didn't mean for that to happen but that didn't make my screaming hurt him less. It was weird that I could see the pain on his face and I wanted to hold him and apologize but I was having a rough night as it were so I kept to myself.

It was pretty amazing that he didn't give up though. After a little while again, he handed his phone and he was on the notes app. He had something written on there. What he had written made me gasp. it was what he wanted to tell me before I hit my head against the window.

He wrote "I recognize you from Grindr Cole. My name is Man Eater on the app".