NA ME FUCK UP...

Yesterday, I chatted up one of my friends.

We are close to some extent...

But I dunno, she decided to bombard me with some terrifying questions.

Sha, na me cause my problems...

I told her I was actually famished. 

I asked if she could come over and assist me in cooking. That was a joke tho.

She then asked if I stayed alone...

I said a "no..." due to the fact that we are currently on strike, I now stay with my parents.

She further asked to know if I had an apartment of my own. 

I said "kinda..." reason being that, during school sessions, I do pair with a friend of mine. On weekends, I would go back home inorder to rest and eat some good meals. 

I then prayed she shouldn't ask me further questions. I wasn't in the mode to entertain questions. 

Just then, she sought to know my age

Normally, I don't tell people my actual age, reasons best known to me. 

I felt my age should be confidential, in order to avoid any belittlement of any sort. 

I tried avoiding that particular question. I brought in several other topics of discussion but it was to no avail. 

After we discussed for sometime, she still insisted in knowing my actual age. 

At first, I wanted to tell a lie but I still don't understand what prompted me in telling the truth this time around. 

I regretted making that joke in the first place.

I spilled it out...I told her my actual age. 

She then replied at first with "Lol..." I was still wondering what was funny. 

Just then, another message popped in. 

She hissed this time around. 

I was confused. Why the funny replies I asked. 

"Oh...so you are still not aware... You are younger than I am for Christ sake. I can't imagine stooping so low to cook for a small boy, a kiddo for that matter, talkless of dating him!" she said. 

On hearing that, I almost fainted...my phone slipped off my hands and fell to the ground. 

I tried explaining to her that age doesn't matter, as far as we both know, I am responsible and mature enough to make out with her because that had been my aim.

She then dropped the final bombshell. 

"Look... I'm way older with you with about two years" she said. 

Actually she was older than I am with just a year and three months, though she didn't look it. 

"Look! It can't work between us, okay? I'm sorry... You actually belong to the group of my younger brother, I guess he's more advanced than you are" she added in order to make me feel bad.

All my pleadings in order for her to have a rethink were futile. 

All the efforts, time, money and energy, I had put in for months, in order to make it work between us was ruined within seconds yesterday. 

From being called sweet names like hunnie, love, sweetheart, boyfie, tomatoes, name it...

I am currently down to smallie and kiddo.

I lost an opportunity of eating sumptuous meals, most painfully, the lady is done with me. 

I'm now back to square ONE.

All because of NUMBER. 

Isn't age just a mere number?