Part II

During my S.6 social, one of my friends had her date recite a ‘lavingos’ poem at her, and when we got back to dorm that night, I made sure to tell her all about how I’d never let something like that happen to me. Her answer, ‘it happened so fast— I tried to leave but his friends wouldn’t  let me’ etc, etc. I still insisted I would have found a way— no way that would happen to me. Of course, God said, ‘bet.’

(Quick PSA, if you’re the POI in this story, big kisses. Anyway,)

Fast forward almost three years, I’m having the time of my life at this live band event. I don’t really know anyone apart from my date, but everyone is super friendly. My danger alert had given off a weak signal earlier in the week, so I’d texted my date and asked him if he sung. (He seemed like the romantic type, and you know me🤷🏾‍♀️)

‘No! No! I don’t sing,’ Crisis averted, right?

‘Actually, I lied. I sing,’ he says as he stands from his seat.

Panic! Panic! Panic!

However, the musical number comes and goes without event. I’m happy— the good vibes pick up where they left off.

Toward the end, the last song is announced, and guess which best has been saved for last…

‘I’d like to dedicate this song, to someone special..’ I would have been less surprised if the ‘someone special’ was my date’s boss.

‘…Ramona!’

He proceeds to belt out the words to one of my favourite songs at the time. I, on the other end, don’t know where to look, and I’m also having an impossible time processing my emotions.

After what feels like a whale’s lifetime, the song ends, and guess whose ass never left the room.