AISHA
I haven't met any 21-year-old like her, it’s still hard to believe she’d just be 21 in a couple of days. Technically, I haven’t even met her, just her online personality which I’m almost certain is how she might be in real life.
Serendipity! That’s what I can call this, I mean how we connected on social media is still kinda surreal. A totally random direct message that could have received a hostile reception but did not. Thankfully, I was not as annoying as the guys she’d just complained about on her timeline. “You have to thread carefully” I remember saying to myself almost in a rhythmic anthem style.
She seemed like a really sweet girl, at least from her mature and polite responses. I almost forgot why I was in her “DM” and so I asked her why thought men were annoying. Her reply felt like she took offense to my question which warranted me to profusely apologize immediately. She went on to explain that it was just a random feeling of some sort but she wasn’t ready to go into details at the time. However, she promised to tell me more later and asked me about an earlier comment of me being able to relate. “At least she is sensitive” I thought with a smile. I explained what I meant and she responded understandingly.
At this point, I was really enthralled by the direction our conservation was going and so I suggested that we got to know each other a little more. Somehow, I felt the need to share a lot about myself in a long epistle. It could have gone either ways; one, that I was needy and that could have irritated her and pushed her away or she could have found it truthful and open and I glad she took it the latter. I’d never really felt as comfortable talking about myself to anyone before, it was weird that I was saying this much to a complete stranger who might have turned out to be a bitch! But, the more I typed, the freer the words came flowing and I strangely felt at peace sharing all of those stuff with her.
I desperately wanted to start our friendship on complete honesty, truth and openness. I did not want any skeleton from the past to come haunting when things got rosy and sweet like in some of my relationships. I practically sent her my mini autobiography and she reciprocated the gesture with a micro-mini biography of hers. Hers wasn’t as long but it was concise, straight-to-the-point and really cute.
Apparently, she moved to the U.K six years ago with her family and already had a BA in psychology at 20!!! She seemed incredibly smart, ambitious and funny. Hers sense of humor was really endearing. I could stop myself from laughing uncontrollable as I fast lost track of time during our first chit-chat.
I found out she lives with her parents in Essex, London and is jobless which she emphasized on with a tone I attributed with frustration. According to her, the only basic stuff she cannot do is ride a bicycle and drive a car, which I found really funny and we were having so much fun that we forgot to introduce ourselves.
Wow! Aisha, what a beautiful name I complimented her and introduced myself as Jamaal. Aisha & Jamaal had a nice ring to it, Lol! No pun intended but I really was already liking this girl. She seems so ahead of her age and had achieved quite a substantial amount of experience for a soon to be 21-year-old woman. She is really inspiring and to buttress that, in less than a week of meeting her I’m already writing about her.
You see, I can’t really place a finger one particular thing I like the most about her, it’s the complete package that has captivated me. I always look forward to waking up to her voice notes and the endless wait for her to wake up because of the fucking time-zone. The wait could be very frustrating sometimes but that’s a sacrifice I am willing to make. So far we’ve had fun, from helping her with dress shopping to talking about our sexuality which is uncannily similar.
Of course I don’t want to be gang-banged by a bunch of random men, but who knew she would be into voyeurism or BDSM or be open about masturbation. I keep thinking could this be a match made in heaven? Where has she been all my fucking life? She even believes in my dreams and aspirations and encourages me to do more.
I picture us together already and I wonder maybe this is the beginning of something beautiful…
There is more to talk about, a whole lot more...
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