So it’s another day at the office and me and my team mates are sitting at the little round table by my colleauges desk (you know the one who ate all the olives?).
We’re sitting there leisurely chit-chatting. One of the Seniors (lets call him Joe) has come over, so I suggest he read a short story that I have just written.
My colleague – The One Who Ate All The Olives, is happily chatting away about something or other. I'm silently hoping he would stay quiet so Joe can concentrate, I want some feedback.
Joe gets distracted.
Somehow the conversation switches to The Handsome Nigerian Doctor. I roll my eyes. Him again. The Handsome (so I am told) Nigerian Doctor attends Joe’s church. Joe has told me on numerous occasions that whenever he sees The Handsome Nigerian Doctor, he always thinks of how this Doctor and I would really get on.
I casually ask Joe if this Doctor is actually really handsome, as guys have a tendency to describe other guys as good-looking if the aim is to match make. I have seen some guys that have been referred to as ‘handsome’ and somehow the two did not match up. Joe looks offended. he says there is in fact many a young fair maidens who have been chasing him hoping to be the next potential Doctor’s Wife.
Hmmm, I pause.
The Handsome Nigerian Doctor. Relatively young, popular, nice personality, oodles of women gracing him with their perfumed scented selves, and he isn’t interested in any of them? There has to be something wrong with him. Maybe he's an ex convict. I wonder if his legs are real? Maybe he has a wooden one and prefers to showcase it like those pirates of old, along with a patch over his eye and an actual real life hook for a hand. Axe murderer, Serial killer…. Joe cuts me off mid thought.
He says there is something about this Doctor that he thinks would make him and me a perfect match. Joe says I’m laid back and easy going – maybe he’s trying to say he thinks I wouldn't be one of those stress giving, ever complaining, always have a problem with one thing or another women? No comment.
We begin to get lively and animated as the team put in their two bits about the situation. One colleague shouts out to tell me its my decision, that I shouldn’t be pressured into anything. Another says it’s a good act of kindness, and I never know what could happen. The One Who Ate All The Olives told me that I’m not getting any younger, so I better get a move on.
I shake my head in disbelief, as I cannot believe we are actually having this conversation.
I find myself beginning to wonder about The Handsome Nigerian Doctor, my curiosity has been stirred. Joe is adamant that I should meet him, and as you read this, I am sure he is conducting some plan to try to arrange some kind of choice happening…
Watch this space.