QUANDIELAND: POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND

Dear Journal,

I have a date!

I know, it’s been a long time in the making. I think the right guy has finally come my way. I met him in a chatroom a few years back but things went down the toilet. It wasn’t till about a week ago, I was out with some of the girls at a party, I get a tap on my shoulder and hello, there’s this hunk of flesh looking at me.

“Hi Quandie!” he whispered, brushing my messy fringe away from my eyes.

I may have been a little intoxicated from the Passion Pop I had hidden in my flask but after a few minutes of staring intently into those soft brown eyes, I realised I was talking to Scooby. Scooby is not his real name. His real name is Scott. Six foot three, stocky, knows how to put the flirt on.

“Do you remember me?” he asked, squeezing in between me and my mate, Brenda.

Brenda looked put off but she would be since the first man to make a move on me, didn’t  look at her. She scoffed when he sat on her hand and didn’t apologise. Typical Scooby. Doesn’t care about his surroundings except for the one he is lusting for.

“While you two lovebirds are getting it on,” she began, getting up from the couch. “I’m going to get my lippy on.”

Scooby nor I acknowledged her. Third wheels generally don’t get acknowledged when things like this happen – speaking from experience, this has happened a lot while Brenda has been the only one on the agenda.

Scooby readjusted himself and got comfortable on the couch, sprawling out as much as possible. He embraced me, pulling me closer into him. Awkwardly, I took another chug of my Passion Pop and we continued to talk about anything and everything. I must have been making sense because he wants to meet again.

This time no Passion Pop in my hands. I don’t know how I will cope. Brenda was first to know about the date. She scoffed like she did on the night we met.

“Don’t you like Scooby?”

“He only wants to pump and dump,” Brenda said, flatly.

“Is that because he didn’t look at you first?” I said, crispy dagger in the chest.

“No, not at all,” she said, looking away. “Besides Scooby isn’t that hot. The only thing that gets him laid constantly, is the bad boy look. Some bad boys can’t even last two minutes in the sack.”

Okay, that’s cruel.

So what if he wants to pump and dump someone, the least she could do is be happy that her best friend is finally branching out.

I bet she’s jealous.

I’m adamant she is. Everything about her when she saw me with Scooby, spells out jealousy. Well stiff tits Brenda, I ain’t backing down. Suck it up, buttercup.