A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 41
It had been a while since Fez and wifey hit a dead end, after wallowing in misery for a good two months, Eve was determined to introduce her to new people, number one on the list had been a young thing named Thandi. Reluctantly she agreed to the meeting, only to come back a few hours later looking depressed.
‘What happened now?’ Eve asked holding back laughter,
‘She looks like a man, dude, I thought you had my best interests at heart?’
‘You know I do, I thought a change of scenery might do you good,’ they loled, posting the teary laughing emoji many times.
‘Baby steps kid, that big a change will lead to a heart attack.’
A week had elapsed and now they sat in eve’s lounge, ‘there is someone I’d like you to meet,’ Eve started tentatively
Fez gave her the evil eye.
‘Come on, she told me she likes you.’
‘Do I know her?’ Fez was skeptical.
‘Nope, that’s the fun part, she started liking you from your comments on my facebook posts.’
Fez raised an eyebrow.
‘What do you have to lose?’
Fez sighed heavily, ‘nothing I guess, what’s her name?’
‘Embo.’
They had then gone ahead to chat for a few days online. Fez, usually the sensitive and considerate type, found herself turning nasty. Blame it on the break up but women now exhausted her. She did not appreciate the persona she exposed towards Embo who had shyly told her about the crush she had weirdly developed.
Feeling apologetic, she suggested they meet so she could redeem herself.
It was a hot Friday afternoon when they got together at the mall, Fez had had a hectic night before with the girls and wondered about the wisdom of her suggestion to meet the next day.
‘Do you smoke?’ Embo asked after they were finally seated in the coolness of a bar.
‘No, only when I drink, but you go ahead.’
Embo sipped on a beer. Fez, hungry from the night before, had a grilled chicken salad and raspberry juice.
Smiling transformed Embo’s rather bony face. The conversation went from alter egos to Fez’s previous bad attitude, to beer and Fez’s lack of understanding of the concoction , it ended all too quickly.
They parted a few hours into the date, Embo having had to do something and Fez be somewhere.
‘Well…’ Eve turned a curious face to Fez later that evening as they caught up on the week’s events over a bottle of beer.
‘Well what?’ Fez wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
‘Out with it, did you like her, will you see her again, do you think she is pretty, curiosity is killing me.’
‘Hmmm, not as pretty as I imagined, she does have a beautiful smile though – literally lights up the room.’
‘And…’ Eve was on the edge of her seat.
‘And she talks so well, it’s easy to just sit there and simply listen to her go on. She’s very smart too, and has a very powerful presence, it’s hard to put a finger to it, something about her…’
‘Ooooh, so then, do tell please, are you seeing her again?’
‘It’s hard to tell, I know I would love to, but I don’t know if she feels the same, we will have to wait and see…’
‘OK, fair enough, and dating, do you see it going that far?’ Eve wasn’t giving up until she had all the answers.
‘I can truthfully say, I haven’t the slightest idea, she isn’t very easy to read, guess we just have to wait and see hey.’
Eve was left wanting but let it be, Fez could be very guarded.
She lifted her bottle instead, ‘to fresh beginnings.’
Fez raised hers silently, lost in thought.