Date 2: David.

And how they gave him PTSD.

Najwa, stop laughing at me. Abeg nau.

Hello, my wonderful newsletter audience. Today, I bring you the story of David, the man who washed plates.

I saw Precious on my friend's WhatsApp status, and I immediately liked her. She just looked like a fun babe, you know? As a sharp guy, I got her number from my friend and sent her a message.

Unlike most girls, she replied me almost immediately.

*Side eyes Najwa.*

We started talking and she had vibes. I liked how there was no dull moment with her. After about a week, we decided to meet up since she was staying somewhere that wasn't far from my workplace. One of my guys gifted me a suit to wear on the date, so I can look soft.

The day finally came, and I got there early to make a good impression. She reciprocated the energy and arrived right on time as well. Perfect!

As this babe sat down, it did not reach up to two minutes that one other woman came in and headed straight for our table.

Precious: Meet my friend…

Your friend? For what? Why? I don't want to meet your friend, I didn't say anything about meeting your friend when I asked you out on a date, so why is she here?

This woman legit pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably, called for the waiter and ordered food. I didn't want the vibes to get ruined, so I decided to overlook that. With the stories we've been seeing, I'd understand if she brought her friend just in case.

But what me I didn't understand was why her friend kept doing like an unfortunate being.

Me: What's your definition of a perfect date?

Her friend: Who said she'll go on another date with you?

Me: I really love your dress though, it fits you perfectly.

Her friend: It's actually my dress, I gave her to wear for the date.

Precious: *awkward laugh.*

Her friend stayed for most part of the date, but all of a sudden, she stood up and left. I saw her walking out if the restaurant with big bags but I didn't think much of it, I was just happy to finally be alone with Precious.

She apologized for her friend's misbehaviour and not long after, she said she had to leave. Okay sha, nothing spoil.

Now, tell me why I asked for the bill and I'm seeing 700k? For Alfredo pasta and croissants and sundaes? I asked for a breakdown of the bill, and they told me “your friend ordered takeaways. Bills on you.”

Wait-

Precious' friend? The big bags she left with?

I went to that restaurant with 300k in my account, afterall, how much food could Precious possibly consume?💀

It wasn't funny when I called my guys and none of their numbers went through. E con be like film.

Long story short, I washed plates. A lot. And they still collected my phone as a collateral or something.😭

It wasn't until after about two weeks that I learnt that Precious and her friend do that a lot. Na their work be that.

Believe me when I say women can be evil. Till today, each time I wash plate, I get PTSD.

P.S Najwa laughed at me throughout the process of sharing this horrible experience with her, don't talk to Najwa. She's evil.

The only fictional part of this post are the characters. Somewhere out there, Precious and her friend are still walking free and giving men PTSD.