‘You are so womanly’ I used to say when we starting seeing each other.
Normally, I don’t even fall for her type. She has a kid and she isn’t Asian. I thought to myself, ‘she wouldn’t understand me or know how to relate to me like a mid-eastern woman would’. Fuck that, it was just meant to be a friend with benefit kind of thing when we first hooked up but she got hooked me right in the heart. I am addicted.
It all started on Nov 1, 2013. I put a funny video on Instagram speaking about ‘globalisation’.
‘Globalisation is when, you don’t give a damn about my colour, I don’t care about your colour, we just come together and have a fucking amazing time’ I said on the video.
Pressed the blue button on my Samsung galaxy s4 and that was it. Before I came back home from my afternoon shift, I had 50 likes. ‘Well, I know the kind of videos to put up to get likes now. My followers don’t like the art, poetry and nature pictures I put up’ I thought to myself.
I was in the process of dismantling the delicious delicacy made by Abdul when I realised he hadn’t seen my funny video
‘Abdul, you didn’t like my video on insta?’ I asked
‘I’m never on insta man’ he answered with his fake British accent.
He came to this country six months after me and he still can’t get the accent right.
‘Just log in and like it’ I exhorted
We were both logged in while the ‘match of the day’ was on BBC1 .
It was hard to shift our concentration on so Abdul just ‘liked’ the post without watching it. That was very generous of him but what caught my attention was a girl called ‘Loving Lisa’ who ‘liked’ twenty of my pictures and commented on all of them. Then she followed, I was intrigued and followed back. I wanted, not only to return the favour but to see more of this gorgeous girl on the display picture.
In less than five minutes, she accepted my ‘follow’ request. I liked and liked until there was no pictures to like anymore. Loving Lisa wasn’t the type to take lustful pictures but that body still looked smoking hot in those elegant outfit she had on. Most men would fantasise about her hourglass shaped figure.
Abdul, look at this girl’ I exclaimed
‘Damn, mehn. Who is this?’ replied Abdul
He got distracted from the Arsenal F.C highlight just as he sighted one of her pictures.
‘Give me her Instagram, you don’t do white girls’ Abdul urged.
I took my phone back.
‘On no…….no way, I like this voluptuous one’ I said ‘white girl with a big booty? That’s mine for the taking’
While still checking her pictures out, I thought ‘nah, she is just an Instagram fascination, probably never going to see her’. And then I saw that she lives outside London. Come on, there are enough beautiful girls in London for me.
Anyway, everything was normal until, I posted the poem I wrote about Asia. The poem was about the importance of Asia to the world and the pride of Persia. Loving-Lisa commented and reposted it.
‘I am a big fan of your writing. I can write too but I am not as good as you’’ she wrote.
‘Send me your e-mail, we can work on something’ I commented back.
Well, after two weeks on knowing her, I had an excuse to take it to the direct-messages. Instagram DMs make everything a lot more faster.
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