Letter from a Bunna Man: Letter # 5 Part 2

 

 Continued from Part 1

To whom it may concern,

 I haven't ventured out on my own, since the last incident, as I had no interest in attracting the opposite sex, so hanging out with Sasha that night for me was a bold step. Besides, I felt comfortable with Sasha because she was attracted to and only interested in the same sex.

We had a good time that night, Sasha and I. It was a welcome change to have an evening of fun without it resulting in some form of disaster. I felt like my old self, drinking wine and engaging in fun and laughter. After that night with Sasha, things went back to normal where it was just mostly myself and sometimes Bobbie. I was fascinated and engrossed in my new hobby. I didn't even notice right away the change in attitude in Bobbie. I thought it was just Bobbie being Bobbie who is sometimes moody.

A Sunday after Sasha and I met up, Bobbie called to apologize for her moody behavior and invited me over for dinner.  When it comes to the kitchen, she was a winner. It was a lovely display of food, including the meals that I like.  Everything smelled amazing, the barbecue pigtails, golden crispy fry chicken and oxtail was done just right. Everything looked nice.

 

We said grace and I began to dig in. The rice and peas was nice and shelly and I could taste the coconut milk. Bobbie insisted that I took a sip of the carrot juice blended with Guinness and sweetened with condensed milk. That was a gross mistake because soon after I did, I heard my belly bubbling like soup and growling like an angry dog as I immediately started sweating like a pig. I rushed to the bathroom to get some relief, while holding my belly and squeezing in my buttocks to prevent an accident. I wanted nothing more than to escape like I was thief to save myself from embarrassment.

 When I tried the bathroom door, it was locked. I was  in shock and started to knock. I begged Bobbie to open the door and by that time I was moving about as if ants were in my pants. She finally opened the door and I rushed in. If I was a second later, it would have been a story rather embarrassing. As I sat down on the toilet, everything just started running out, all I could hear was Prappppppppp and then plop. It was similar to having a diarrhea but with a lot of pain, my intestines were in a knot. It was like an endless nightmare, I was scared and the sound was like squeezing lotion or a lubricant from a half empty bottle. In that moment I called on Jesus and every apostle.

Through my ordeal, Bobbie was at the door, asking me about Sasha. I couldn’t focus on her questions and her demands for answers. She kept saying " I thought you said you weren’t interested in a relationship?” I was feeling all type of way in that bathroom. I was sweating and stifling from the smell. It could have easily been a replica of hell. I asked her what did she do, and she told me that she added a laxative in the carrot juice, because I lied. I am telling  you, I could have died.

I was in that cramped bathroom for almost an hour. I was finally done, and anxious to go home to take a shower. Needless to say, Bobbie locked me in the bathroom and demanded that I tell her what happened with Sasha. I explained to her that we went to university together and that she has a significant other. She said “that doesn’t matter”. 

She wouldn’t believe me so I had to go on Instagram and Facebook to show her the pictures, to prove that Sasha had a girlfriend, and that it had been like that for years. She finally let me out, and began apologizing and then came the river of tears.  She confessed how much feelings she had for me, and that I should give her a chance to explain.However I was still in shock and some amount of pain. 

 

I thanked her for the dinner and gather my stuff to leave, but she held my feet while she was pleading and begging on her knees. I assured her that it was nothing that we couldn’t get pass, and she agreed. I told her we will talk later and that I really had to leave. I didn’t sleep at my place that night even though it was a gated community and I instructed the security to restrict her access. 

Needless to say, I had to change my phone number, email, social media handles and home address.  At this point I am seriously considering becoming a celibate. I cannot handle any more stress. Anyway keep me in your prayers and your thoughts. I think I should take a few days to get a wash off in a mineral bath.

Until then

George