A GUY NAMED AVAILABLE episode 45 – 47

A GUY NAMED AVAILABLE

Episode 45

It had been a long week of thinking and an-lysing things, everyday hoping the decision will be
easier than the day before but nothing seemed to make sense to me. Ndaweni would check up on
me in the morning and evening and really just those few moments of hearing form him made me
happy. I looked forward so much to the time we would talk and joke around. He would make
serious efforts and that for me meant the world to me. I knew Ndaweni was willing to change or at
least he was willing to try and change. I decided to give it another try but before that I opened up
to Henry and he listened as we watched soccer in my t.v room.
“Why do you have to give him another chance when I am here? Just accept me instead” he
teased.

I burst into laughter before asking him to be serious.
“what makes you think I am not serious?” he said with a smirk on his face.
The wh0le scenario was just comedy for me so I chose not to even give it another thought.

Soon Henry snapped out of the joke and we began discussing how important it was for me to think
things thoroughly through. Henry narrated a scenario of how sometimes it was possible to meet
somebody like that and by the end of it all they change or they get worse. It was a gamble. He
however also stated that the badness about life is you have to take risks, people who take risks
usually go far in life and people who don’t take risks normally don’t improve in life. When I asked if
happiness was guaranteed he told me happiness was ultimately a personal choice. Through every
situation you had to choose to find that smile and be happy. It made a lot of sense and I thanked
him for being that passionate.

As the soccer progressed that Sunday evening I told Henry I was going to prepare food in the
kitchen and he insisted on joining me. Well who would decline a little help? I gladly said yes and
we were soon in the kitchen sharing ideas. What was meant to be a simple meal turned out to be
a three course meal prepared by Henry. All I had to do was help him wash, peel and chop things
up. I sat on the counter top and swung my legs as I watched Henry cook and when it was time to
taste I was equal to the task.

“you know this could actually be a mini happy family… you and me as husband and wife, cooking
and cherishing moments like this while our kids watch. Or you could actually be pregnant and I
would be cooking for you” Henry said.
I imagined what he was saying and I giggled.

“what he asked?” as he stirred the chicken strips in a sauce pan.
“nothing.. you’re crazy” I said.
“Well I guess..” he giggled.
Henry cooked quickly and put the food on a platter and he served me as he got to the dess**t
which was going to be a sorbet. I told him I had frozen berries and ice cream which could work
perfectly as a sorbet.
“ do you need a hand with the blender?” I asked
“don’t worry I got this” he said as he came to the counter next to me and threw in the berries into
the blender.

I watched him do it with ease and everything blended to perfection. However, because the
consistency was too thick he opened the top part of my blender and I attempted to pour in some
cream to loosen the thickness while the blender was running and he got some on his face.
“oh boy..” he whined as he quickly stopped the machine and closed his eyes.
“oh I’m sorry.. did you get some in your eyes?” I asked as I quickly jumped from the counter
“yes..” he said in panic as he looked for my sink.
I quickly got a paper tower and wiped his face, I made sure every bit of sorbet was out of his face
and his face brightened as he smiled and looked at me.

“thank you he said”
I was still holding a paper towel leaning against the counter and staring in his eyes. I could feel
myself involuntarily leaning forward to him and him to me and a sudden electric feeling froze us
both as I prayed for time to stop in a minute. My mind asking me what I was about to do as my
eyes shut down slowly. I felt his breath get so close and his wonderful perfume hit my senses. His
l-ips just a second away from me………….

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My heart raced all the more as I could literally sense his l-ips were closer than my next breath.

Henry’s soft l-ips touched mine and gently part mine. As this was happening I felt his body press
against mine and by this time I was completely resting against the counter, my hands involuntarily
flew to his neck and in this position held him tight as his hands gripped my wa-ist. We k-ssed like
we had waited for this all our lives. And even when I knew Henry was nothing to me, at that point
he was everything and more. I could feel him trying to let me catch my breath as he slowly pulled
his l-ips away and probably leaving me the decision of whether or not we should continue. He
looked into my eyes genuinely saying something.. “lets give this a try” perhaps or maybe “I really
think we are compatible”. I chose not to look him in the eyes again but closed my eyes and
proceeded with another k-ss. This time I felt his grip on my wa-ist become h-rder and that should
have been the intensity of his feelings. Either I stopped or I would soon be lying next to him and
wondering what happened.
Henry was quiet when we pulled away from each other and he quickly headed to the sink to rinse
the remaining bits of sorbet on his hands.

At that point I was wondering what I was going to do with that awkwardness, I was in deep
thought. I knew he was too and he was only trying to act sane after that insane moment. What
does one do in such a situation? how do you react? I wished Henry said something but was he
going to just act like nothing happened?
“hey.. I need small dess**t bowls to scoop the dess**ts” he said.
I was embarrassed when he found me looking at him as I bit my lip.
“huh?” I asked as I erased my confusion.
“two dess**t bowls please” he repeated.
I handed them over to him and soon I had my own share of dess**t in my hands. I was very happy
with the taste but that was the least of my worries. This man had set me on fire and he was
suddenly just quiet.

“Hey so how did you like the meal?” he asked as he pulled his weight up to the kitchen counter
top. Henry and I were now sitting next to each other and brushing shoulders.
“I liked it so much. You are a great cook…” I said.

Henry was now facing me and I couldn’t help but admire his muscles through his Tshirt. He wasn’t
exaggeratingly built; he just had a good body nothing to win him a Mr Zambia body builder crown
or something like that but would definitely be a king of any woman’s heart
“I appreciate..” he said in that masculine deep voice.

“And you are a good k-sser…” I found myself saying.
Awww the way his face lit up when I said that.
“Well I don’t know… I try..” he said as he smiled.
I was still staring at him and his l-ips.
Do you think I can give you another k-ss before I leave you to have an awesome night?” he
asked.
Before I could respond my foolish self was already drawing closer to him and he giggled.
“You are such a clown you know that?” I said to him before I burst into laughter.

“go to bed I’m seriously mad at you” I giggled
Henry jumped from the counter and then lifted me like I was paper weight. I wanted to ask him to
put me down or at least ask him where he was taking me. I was praying he had some sanity in him
because I had none and if this trip led to the bedroom I was not going to be able to control myself
thereby embarrassing myself like no man’s business. Henry walked past the living room and into
the passage leading to the bedroom. My heart was racing and honestly I was mentally preparing
for what would happen next.
Can you imagine however what a clown he was?
So he reaches my bedroom door and instead of swinging the door open he simply makes a U￾turn, brisk walks back to the living room and puts me down at the exit door. I am in fits of laughter
at this point and calling him a serious clown as I’m throwing soft punches at him. He bursts into
laughter too and draws closer to me as he reaches for my l-ips.
“I respect you … I wouldn’t cross such boundaries in this undefined setting” he said before getting
closer and giving me a long passionate k-ss.
I was breathless and again my arms where around his neck and his around my wa-ist
“Good night beautiful” he said.
Of course a part of me wanted to pull him back but I let him go. I locked up before finally leaning
against the door and dragged myself to the floor as I caught my breath. Oh what a night!

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I was so jittery as I walked to my room, Lord my body was on fire. How did this guy have the ability
to turn that switch of my emotions that quick? How could I turn it off? In my head I’m thinking, if I
am feeling this way what more him? What was going on with him? He was a man come on. I was
really hyped and I couldn’t help but stare at the ceiling as I lay on my bed and imagined every
good think that could ever come from this. Every good thing that ever went right between us was
just not coincidental, was he joking around when he said he wanted me?. I was in awe of this
guys’ ability to take me from a depressed state to a happy place again and worse off a place
where I felt infatuated. We all need that feeling once in a while especially when you are dealing
with Ndaweni’s confusion.
I brewed a cup of hot chocolate in my kitchen and went back to my room. I was so emotionally
stable at that point, I felt like “Ndaweni you’re a loser and if I like… Henry can easily take your
place”

I watched the Kardashians as I was tacked in bed and having my hot chocolate. I finally put my hot
chocolate cup down and turned off the Tv before saying a heartfelt prayer and closed my eyes to
sleep. The following morning was going to be a holiday and I was geared to do some laundry and
probably get a chance to have another crazy laugh with Henry.
Well dawn came with some loud annoying noise and I wondered what was going on. Something
had to be up, what it was is what I did not understand. As I squeezed my eyes open I realised it
was a loud bang on what seemed like my door for a second. But who could that crazy person be?
I slipped out of bed and properly buttoned my pyjamas before slipping onto my house slippers and
heading to the door.

As soon as I got closer to my door, I knew the bang wasn’t on my door and probably on Henry’s. I
unlocked my door nonetheless with no intentions of checking who was banging on his door until I
heard a loud shout.
“open this door you moron before I break it!” the female voice sounded.
She sounded like a crazy, narcissistic, totally insane woman. My curiousity couldn’t allow me to
ignore so i stepped out and peeped to see what was going on.
“you fool.. I said open this door!” she yelled.

By now I had seen this beautiful 23year old looking young girl, she was beautiful no doubt. She
looked like a rich spoilt brat. Her outfit said it all. In broad day light she was in a denim bum short
and a hot pink crop top. I noticed she had a belly ring and a tiny shiny nose ring. Her hair though
extremely long and treated seemed to be having a bad one; it was flying all over her face. She
was barefooted and she left her the driver’s seat door of her Mercedes wide open. Who was she?
“Excuse me? By any chance know who leaves here?” she asked. I didn’t realise she had seen me
but she soon walked to my side of the veranda.

“Well…” I mumbled.
“These are semidetached apartments… you must know” she said.
I looked at her wondering if she wasn’t enjoying the peace she had woken up with that day as I
had zero tolerance for people with such attitude. I would make her have a very bad day.
“Well not really …” I stammered before I was interrupted by the sound of keys unlocking Henry’s
door.
“What took you so long? Who is there with you?” she yelled as she walked back to Henry’s door.

Henry was now standing outside looking at her and he noticed she was from talking to me. I had
an expression of disappointment on my face but smiled and said good morning.
“Good morning to you” he smiled back.
Henry’s companion had long barged into his house and what was left were weird stares between
us. I could tell he had something to say but couldn’t. I quietly walked back in,side my house and
locked up. In my head I was thinking… what’s with guys and 20 year olds? What did they want
from them that we the mature ladies who were ready to settle didn’t? I quickly remembered how
that age was such a joy for me, every guy wanting me and going totally insane over me. But
henry? That really didn’t seem like him. So he too had a Natasha somewhere? Lord this was really
hærd to take but I swallowed hærd and forced myself to tack into bed again. Soon my phone was
ringing and it was Ndaweni calling.