I have always had a type; tall, chocolate-coloured and intelligent. Those are the kind of girls I’m attracted to. Not to say that other girls aren’t pretty but this is just my preference, and I can’t think of it any other way. Most of the girls that I have been with fit the criteria, but then again my love life has never been anything worth talking about. All my past relationships have ended in tears.
When I met Daisy, however, I thought I experienced what they call love at first sight, and I knew I was in trouble. At the time I had been dating another girl called Jasmine who I met at a business meeting. We had been together for eight months, and although things were going great I felt like we had already lost our spark. I loved her, with all my heart. She was beautiful and had eyes that were out of this world. Her personality was amazing and she was always ready to help. She had a good heart. We started drifting apart because she was always travelling out of the country. To be honest, I was a little insecure about this. I thought that in one of these trips Jasmine would meet someone better than me. There were so many times that I let her down and she could have left but she didn’t. She chose me over and over again.
One day I was at a coffee shop writing a business proposal for a potential client. There was a power blackout at my house and this was the only way that I could work. I had been given a deadline to submit the proposal and I didn’t want to miss out on the huge sum of money. I had already planned how I would use it. This was my opportunity to go on holiday with Jasmine. The year had been rough and I needed to take a break. I felt as though my body was begging me to stop before it shut down. Other than this, I thought that this much-deserved holiday would be a chance for Jasmine and me to re-ignite the spark in our relationship.
I sat at a booth in a corner of the restaurant. I was so consumed in my work that I didn’t even realise just how much time had passed. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later that I realised I hadn’t been attended to by the waiters. I stood up angrily as soon as I spotted the manager.
“Excuse me, sir, I’ve been seated here for over half an hour and no one seems to care. I haven’t been attended to,” I said angrily.
The manager smiled and tried to compose himself.
“My apologies sir. Kindly have a seat. You will be attended to in a moment,” he responded.
“No, that’s not enough. I might as well leave,” I said.
“Sir, we are very sorry. Let’s do this, you get a complimentary coffee on the house.”
“Okay, if you insist,” I said and walked back to my seat still looking angry.
I put on my earphones and listened to some music to calm me down. When I looked up, I realised that the cup of coffee was worth the wait. The lady who was walking towards me was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. She was tall, dark-skinned and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a maroon top, black pants, and navy blue doll shoes. Her badge had an imprint of her name in cursive: Daisy. I was so taken aback that when she tried to speak to me I didn’t hear her.
“Excuse me, sir, your coffee is here,” she said, “what would you like to have it with?”
“Umm…Umm…Daisy right? Bring me a slice of chocolate fudge cake,” I answered.
I was so smitten that I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate on my work after that. I tried to flirt with her but there was no indication that she was even slightly interested in me. At the end of my meal when I asked for my bill, she brought it and I quickly paid. She insisted that I take the receipt with me. When I got home I removed it from my pocket and found a note written behind:
0712345678. Call me, I like you.
I can’t explain exactly how it happened but I grabbed my phone in less than 5 seconds and dialled the number immediately.
“Hello, how are you?” I said.
“Who is this?”
“Guess…” I responded, trying to be flirtatious. She hung up on me.
I sent her a text.
It’s me, the guy from the restaurant. I’m sorry if I came off a certain way. Any chance you might still like me?
I watched my phone for hours. Well, I was watching a show on Netflix but my mind was elsewhere. I wanted a response. Jasmine was out of the country as usual and because of the time difference, we had not talked in two days. I craved some attention from a woman, but it seemed I wasn’t going to get any tonight.
The next morning I heard my phone ringing and instantly woke up. It was Daisy.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi. I’m sorry about yesterday. Let me make it up to you. I’ll take you out for dinner at night.”
“Wow, a straight-forward man. That’s what I like. Pick me up at 8 from the restaurant,” she said.
I didn’t realise it would be that easy. That evening, I passed by a florist and bought a bouquet, daisies to be precise. I thought it was the cheesiest thing, and when I gave them to her she laughed and said it had happened to her a million times before. She told me how her sisters were all named after flowers, and it happened to them too.
Our date went very well. I loved every single bit of it. The food, the conversation…It all came together perfectly. If I’m being honest there’s a part of me that thought she was my soul mate.
Jasmine was going to be away for the next two weeks, and I took this as an opportunity to bond with Daisy. We started going on dates almost every day. We had been to the movies, to the Ferris wheel and several fancy dinner dates.
I asked Daisy to go on a road trip with me and surprisingly she agreed. We went to Naivasha for an overnight trip. The view was beautiful and the air was fresh. After we had dinner we headed head back to our room. I had paid a maid to lay out roses petals spelling out the words: Will you be my girlfriend?
As soon as Daisy saw the words she started to cry; tears of joy. She nodded and kissed me. I had the best night of my life and the next morning I didn’t want to leave. Daisy asked if we could stay longer and so we decided to stay until the end of the day.
However, there was one big problem. Jasmine was arriving the next day and I was supposed to meet her parents. It was a basic introduction and she told me not to think too much into it. I tried my best to keep my composure but as soon as it hit me that it was happening, my anxiety got the better of me. When I got home I took a shower as I wondered what I would wear. The plan was for me to pick Jasmine up from the airport and then we would head to their house directly.
The next morning I woke up with a slight headache. I checked my phone to find a missed call and a text from Jasmine.
Don’t forget, today’s the D-day. Love you!
Reading this made me even more nervous. I had never been introduced to anyone’s father and I honestly don’t think I was prepared for it. I put my head down. I decided to sleep some more. I woke up two hours later when my phone was ringing again.
“Hey, baby, where are you? I’ve just landed,” she said.
“I… I’m on my way,” I said jumping out of the bed. I tried to sound like I had been awake.
I rushed into the shower, put on the first pair of pants I saw and paired it with a polo shirt. This was Jasmine’s favourite outfit.
I went to pick Jasmine and two hours later we arrived at their compound. By this time I was super anxious and it was evident in my face. My headache had not subsided, and this didn’t make it any easier.
“By the way, don’t mind my sister. We’re not friends at all. In fact, she doesn’t even know about you,” Jasmine said.
“Why aren’t you friends?”
“We had a couple of fights years ago, and we both decided it would be best not to force a friendship. We talk here and there but it’s always just small talk.”
Jasmine’s mum got out of the house and walked towards us with a huge smile on her face. She hugged me and welcomed me into the house. At this point, I thought that this would be much easier than I had imagined. When I saw her dad, I immediately knew I was wrong. He sat on the couch, with glasses hanging below his eyes. He was reading a newspaper and when he saw us, he put it down and greeted me coldly.
“What work do you do? He asked. This was followed by a series of other questions that I tried my best to answer, and the tension in the air could be felt.
Jasmine’s mum then welcomed us to the dining room. She said that dinner was ready. By this time I had already concluded that her father didn’t like me, and I don’t know how I felt about it.
“Daisy! Daisy Food is ready,” Jasmine yelled. I didn’t even know that there was anyone else in the house. She hadn’t even bothered to come and say hi.
Five minutes later, when we were just about to start eating I heard someone walking down the stairs. Jasmine’s dad asked us to bow down for prayer just before she sat down. When we lifted our heads I almost fainted. It was Daisy, my Daisy.
“You! You’re my sister’s boyfriend? I thought you asked me to be your girlfriend?” She said loudly.
I was completely embarrassed. I couldn’t say anything or do anything. I just sat there and froze, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Get out!” I heard Jasmine yell. I didn’t even realise that her voice was that powerful.
I stood up and walked away shamefully. It was clear that there was no way out of this situation.
“Cheers to another failed relationship. Actually two other failed relationships,” I said to myself as I got into the car.