Dear Diary : Wayne visited me at work

The sheer audacity of that boy, those silly girls at work were all giggling and eyeing the foolish boy,
I stopped taking Wayne's calls two weeks ago, I swear that boy might be the death of me, I have explained to him mildly, wildly, calmly, loudly that we can't date, he is too young for me. Yet Wayne don't call me ROONEY won't let me be.

Wayne for example looks like a juvenile delinquent, with the seven gold necklaces he wear all at once, the loud music he plays in his small convertible car, the way he sags his trouser showing off his child sized boxer shorts, his face caps and heavy thick gold bangles, and a single earring.
The idiot has a mock cowlick on his hair!

Wayne made his dramatic appearance bearing gifts, Flowers, three boxes of pizza, a Coldstone ice cream, The little devil knew I couldn't resist the gifts, to cap it all he walks towards me, knelt on one knee in front of my madam and some customers,

I almost died and resurrected with shame.
I need to question that boys mother, either she was high throughout her pregnancy or she offended some gods, that are playing ludo with her sons senses now.

Anyway, I took the gifts from him, dropped it, then yanked him off his knees,  dragged him to the door with him laughing hysterically, and I promised to see him after work, yes he is free to pick me, yes am not promising under duress, yes we will have dinner, sure it's 6pm, yes I will make sure no customer interfered with the plans.
'He still managed to blow me a kiss....'

I couldn't face anyone at work after that, my Madam was praising the guys bravery , how he is a gentleman, which Naija guy still buys flowers for their dates? My Madam shared the pizza, I get to  handle the ice cream alone. I hid my face under customers hairs for the rest of the day.

No Thanks to Wayne the Weasel who spoilt  my day.
That dinner is going to be a serious Frank talk between us