Damn! Girl!

She was tall. 

That was all he saw when I first peeked at her. She was tall.

I liked tall girls, being tall myself. At 6'2 with a body like mine, most girls made me feel like a pedophile (I know you're thinking I'm buff and ripped... YoU aRe WrOnG). Being fat and tall had it's advantages but not with slim and short girls, they mostly looked like children to me. This one though, was very tall, nothing less than 5'9 by my estimate. Them long legs captured my eyes and I followed them all the way to the top of her head only stopping to do justice to the ample backside she presented to me. 'Damn!' I thought to myself, 'she packing some real ammo right there'.

So i stood up and walked towards her. The restaurant I'd come to take my evening meal was almost empty. Nobody eats this early in the evening, apart from me and apparently this lovely lady.

She turns around just as I got behind her and in her shock thinking was going to harm her or something poured water all over me.

"The f#&k is your problem" I screamed in pain, because she was busy using her knee to assault my baby factory and then he lost consciousness. The pain was too much. I came to and saw her talking to the manager of the Café and he seemed to be calming her down. No one was even attending to me. I groaned and they both looked my way. Contempt in her eyes and the manager was just worried about her causing more damage to his means of livelihood.

She started shouting at me in a very passionate and sexy voice, throwing some very tough Yoruba words into the mix. If not for the pain I was feeling at my lower extremity, Young John would have stood up, but at that moment he wasn't feeling up to it and I actually wasn't too. 

After about 3 more minutes of gathering my wits I looked at her and put all my anger into my eyes she was shook when she saw and paused in her narrative. 

"I was going to ask you out" I quickly said before her tirade gathered more steam. She stopped in the middle of expanding her chest to talk and from my vantage point her titties attracted my gaze but I quickly looked back up to her face when she said,

"You were what?"

"About to ask you out, but that's not happening today so just put your number in my front pocket I'll call you later" 

She said no.

And I pulled the injured balls card, guilt tripped her until she gave me the number. Then I asked the manager for some ice for my balls. Then walked out, entered my car and drove home on the streets of Ekiti.