‘‘ Mariah, I’ve got a confession to make !’’.‘‘ Mario, we are meeting for the first time and you already have a confession to make, interesting.ok then shoot ‘cause patience isn’t one of my virtues .‘‘ ‘‘ Really ? after you take my confession, I hope I will be in great position to take yours.’’ ‘‘ what do I have to confess to you? Well, let’s see, ‘‘I’m not a virgin!’’’’. She said this in a way that made her sound a bit mischievous. We both laughed a kind of what-do-you-expect kind of laughter, I was very thrilled by the ease with which she said that. For some moody, woody, thermoset girls, it will take  getting there to know whether you’d need to break in or just run on in like there never was a barrier in the first place.

‘‘My turn now… I guess-erm, during our mid night gist, I had a hard-on through out, I felt really guilty about it but some of the things we spoke about could not stop me from imagining things.’’ ‘‘ Guy, aren’t you such an interesting one, you want me to tell you I was completely wet during the same period, innit ?’’ ‘‘well yes, I was wet, but it had nothing to do with your seeming sweetness or perceived eloquence, I was wet because you were so boring I felt like in a nightmare and I could not stop sweating.’’ Is this lady ok? I asked my self. I started having snake bites in my stomach. When Mariah was saying all of that, I was transported from hopeland where hope was rich in abundance to the depths of the dungeon of hopelessness. My journey has halted before it has even started. She looked so angry and pissed off saying that. I was about starting a round of apology before she started with a chuckle, a full smile then an unrestricted laughter. ‘‘ Mario, I was wet, wet because you sounded really sweet and the peace and calm of the night only made the experience even sweeter. Again, in the spirit of sincerity I should also say I am really and absolutely dry now so we can both be cool with just gisting and getting to know ourselves even better.’’ Wow, I could almost hear my heart’s relief. This lady is an enigma of a character, a real deal. She couldn’t have been more sincere and I knew the part of her being dry was true too but that’s why I have to earn whatever I achieve with her today. That is the reason I am Mario Da Costa. I earned that name not for begging my friends to sleep with me by singing desperate songs but getting them to sleep with me in turns. ‘‘ What do you care for my hard man?.’’ ‘‘ Have you got bananas, some milkshake and yums yums?.’’ ‘‘ That won’t take me more than five minutes. I guess you will focus on the TV while I am away.’’ As she left, I tuned the TV channel to DSTV’s super sport, only to see that cerebral Arsenal manager, Arsene Wenger talking about the ‘‘ spirit and belief ‘‘ in his team. They had just won their seventh consecutive league game. As a devoted Manchester United fan, the Wenger thing did not appeal to me not least because they had beaten us at Old Trafford in that long run, so I switched to MTV early enough to see one of my favourite artistes, Corrine Bailley Rae doing her lovely track ‘‘breathless’’. Like a dash of lightening or should I say Usain Bolt, Mariah was already right behind me. I chose to be quiet. After the video, she said, ‘‘ CBR is my favourite, it is another reason I love Asa. Corrine is not really known in this climes but dear or dear she is nothing but a legend.’’ Could that be a co-incidence. ‘‘ Corrine has been one of my favourites for the past four years or so and I have followed not only her career but her life, I have autographed copies of her Grammy winning albums.’’ ‘‘ Mario, that sounds really cool. You! A Bailley fan, very cool.’’ She excused herself again as she moved to get my orders.
Even if Corrine Bailley was not a favourite, I would have lost valuable points not to say she is because I could the light on her face watching that video. She concentrated on the video like the redemption of her soul depended on it. Some four minutes later, she is back with all I asked for and more. This time around, she sat closer to me on the two seat sofa. After thanking her for her troubles, I asked her if she had any of Joe’s videos. ‘‘ Joe? I have virtually all of his videos in a collection.’’ ‘‘ I’d love to do the meals listening to him then if you don’t mind.’’ ‘‘As you like it my lord.’’

When everything finally got set as I requested, we started eating and paying a little attention on the videos. Then there was this silence between us that was louder than the sound of the TV. For me, say I am mad but that silence could only mean one thing: My host is thinking, thinking in a forgetful way, lost in the sound of the atmosphere and in the images of her thoughts. I could stake my reputation she had sex on her subconscious mind if not her conscious one. I suddenly felt an instinctive need to go for the kill. That first move is all-important and crucial. I reached for her hands and they were limb and relaxed. If you don’t know what that means, you may be too young to be reading my diary. This feels really good now but could this be a set up or is this lady there for the taking already?

PS : I appreciate all the support for these work, THE DIARY OF A PC. The mails, the one-on-one commendations and of course the ones I love most, the comments after the notes. They are the best and are always as sweet if not sweeter than the work itself. Merry Christmas. It is the last in this decade. Congratulations because not every soul that witnessed the turn of the Decade, Century, and Millennium are will be there to see the new decade. You should be thankful to God even if you feel aggrieved with him. That you can feel anything is a grace and privilege in itself. It’s been great with you guys this year. Next year the readership will get much bigger than this by God’s grace but you guys will always be the reason I write. Thank you. Thank you so very much. Cheers .

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