Dating Chronicles: Side Chick with Main Chick Mentality
Because dating and love matter, in this offering we hear about the dating life in Kampala.
James and I met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, something that’s almost unheard of lately as more and more people are meeting through Facebook, Twitter, on-line dating sites and so forth.
We had so much in common, we hit it off. We talked for hours and enjoyed plenty of laughter. We hardly noticed the time fly when the party was over. We exchanged numbers and emails so we could chat through the night after he dropped me off at my place. When he asked me out for lunch the following day, a Monday, I accepted his invitation.
It didn’t go smoothly. For whatever reason, there was so much tension in the air, the conversation was strained. I couldn’t wait for it to be over and done with! I was quite disappointed, to say the least. So when he called later that day to apologize for the awkwardness that he couldn’t explain, he suggested we meet again for dinner the following evening. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to see him again so soon, so I suggested we meet on Saturday afternoon for lunch. He agreed.
We went to lunch at this little sweet place a few kilometres out of the city. I don’t know if it was the weekend or the ambiance, but we were comfortable again. We talked and talked right into the evening! We even stayed for dinner at the same place. However, on the drive back to the city and my place, he told me he was seeing someone else, but would love to continuing seeing me in spite of that.
This should have set off alarm bells, but I decided to look at him as a very handsome challenge. I wasn’t even looking for something serious, so I just smiled and thought to myself, “May the right girl win.”
We saw each other every evening, went bowling and to the movies… I started to wonder when he could possibly be finding the time to see the other girl. However, I did not really want to know, nor did I care! He was charming, this man. I started to like him…
He told me he had been seeing her since 2011. When I first saw his place, there were no traces of her. Then I started noticing long plastic hair strands. They couldn’t be mine, because I rock an afro. I knew not to ask, but my curiosity got the best of me, “It’s probably the housemaid’s,” is how he explained it away.
My gut told me it belonged to 2011 girl… But I also tried to remind myself that I wasn’t looking for something serious.
Despite four years of whatever relationship she has had with my man, there is still a chance I could take her place. He and I still see each other; the future is bright. Sometimes I even see a set of twins in the picture; a boy and a girl, a dog, a farm house with a long driveway…
They say a good man is hard to find, and that if you find one, you should hold on to him tightly. This is exactly what I am doing. I am even kind enough to share him for the time being until he comes to his senses and realizes that I am the only woman made for him. His main chick.