Wacha niseme initoke😂

We’ve met up so many times. The arrangement is simple...he texts when he wants to see me and I show up. That’s how it’s always been. And honestly, I like it that way. No pressure, no expectations.

But this last time?🙉 Something felt off.

First, he wasn’t anticipating my arrival as he always does. Usually, he’s texting me nonstop...uko wapi? umefika? should I come pick you? But this time? Silence. I get to his place and even then, he’s just… different. When we went to get food, he messed up the order🤦🏾‍♀️. I always take fries. Always. And he knows this. But when we got to the house and I opened the bag? Bhajias. He got me bhajias!!!!!! I looked at him like, Really? and he just said, "Aki, my head has just not been in the right place."

Okay. Fine. Maybe he was just distracted.

Then he goes to freshen up. Normal. He had done laundry, so he wanted to shower. But after his shower, he’s suddenly grooming himself like he’s about to go somewhere important. He combs his hair, stands in front of the mirror for a while and even asks me, "Which shirt looks better?" Now I’m side-eyeing him like, Okay… you’re looking gorgeous to sit here with me?😏

Then he goes, "Nataka kutoka kidogo."

Huh? It’s 9 PM. I just got here. We haven’t even done anything.

“Yeah, I’m just going to check in with my boys and show off my new haircut.”

Wuuuueeeh 😂😂 Anyway he had already set up Netflix for me and he had fed me, so I was good. It wasn’t really a big deal. I just found it odd. Like, you knew I was coming over and now you suddenly have plans?👀

So, he steps out. But before he leaves, he actually kisses me. Huh? This man does not do that. Ever. Now my mind is running laps.

He said he was going to drink, but when he came back, he was sober af. Not even a hint of alcohol. Just walks in, pulls out whiskey from his cabinet and pours us both a glass. At that moment, I thought, he definitely went to see some other chick. But I kept telling myself, it’s fine, I’m just here for the d**, right?🙂

But still… I felt it. That shift. He wasn’t as present. The guy who usually can’t wait to see me, who anticipates my arrival like no one’s business, was now distracted. Absent-minded. And let’s be honest, I don’t text first. He always initiates. So, if the energy is shifting, I notice.

Maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe it was nothing. But if there’s one thing I know? It’s that in situations like this, it’s never nothing.

And honestly, I don’t like drama in my life. After that last encounter, everything just felt… different. So, I’m cutting him off. Slowly. No huge confrontation, no messy fallout. Just letting it fade out. I mean, it’s not like we were anything serious anyway.