My intention

"I'm joking" I said. "What would you like to drink, Juice or Soda?" I looked into her eyes. She felt ashamed.

"I'd like to have what you are having." she spoke with her voice toned down. I could see that she felt embarrassed and now was my time coax her.

"Ok just give me two minutes I'll be right back!" I rushed to our Campus's Minnie market; just when I paid up! Trevor grabbed the Juice and gulped it.

"Mon... what are you doing?" Out of surprise, I thought it was somebody else trying to provoke me.

"Am drinking, what does it look like am doing?" he spoke out of breath you could see that he was also thirsty.

"I bought that juice for your future sister in law!" I said.

"Nah Mon…, tell me you are joking?" he jested. He looked at me with disbelief in his eyes. And I gave him the answer within my eyes. "Mon you should be a stand-up comedian! Hold the phone! Are you serious?" he paused and shook his head.

"Look man I'm not joking!" I had to requested for another bottle of juice and paid for it since Trevor did not want to believe me.

"But how come, you are scared to even say hello!" he teased. This was true I was scared to greet her, saying hello was the hardest part, but now as am buying her a drink it is a first step to her heart.

"Why my gut feeling tells me that you are pulling my leg?" His stare was very funny. He lifted one of his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Just wait here and watch your big bro…" before I could finish he grabbed my arm, not being sure of what I was about to do.

"What?" he said.

"...go mingle with your future sister in law that's an order son".

"Ok! Ok so that's how it's going to be now huh? But it's cool I'll watch you Mr. Samson as you go to your Delilah…" he joked. I went to this black sister, whose beauty shivers me just when I want to greet her. Asking her to be my bride someday will make me the happiest man in the planet but only if she would accept me.

"Hey… am sorry to keep you waiting." I apologized.

"It's Ok I don't mind." she said.

"How many minutes am I late with actually?" I asked. I needed to pull a few lessons my father had taught me.

"No, please don't tell me you want to know." she blushed.

"Actually I would love to know and I insist." I demanded.

"Why should you know? You are here right now and I am holding a drink aren't I?" she kept on blushing. She couldn't stop smiling.

"Please do tell me, I really need to know." I requested "and if you'll tell me I'll explain why I insisted." I wanted to see if my Father's tricks could work on charming her.

"Ok then!" she smiled and looked at me in suspense; she's got no idea why I insisted on knowing how long I made her wait.

"Ok!" I replied.

"You were actually late by two minutes fifty five seconds!" I acted lost but she didn't raise her head, but raised her eyes and said. "Are you going to tell me why you insisted?" she questioned.

"How many seconds are in a minute again?" I asked. She looked perplexed; with her facial expression you could tell that I was annoying her and that was not my intention, my intention was to put a smile on her face.

"You must be kidding me right? Don't you know how many seconds are in a minute?" she expressed.

"No! No! No please forgive me; I'm actually a slow learner!" I requested. "And am not joking please tell me." I insisted again.

"It's sixty seconds." she was beginning to be frustrated.

"Oh so that means its hundred and seventy five seconds?" I asked.

"Yes!" she rolled her eyes out of frustration. And all i wanted to do was cheer her up by insisting on knowing how many minutes I stood her up. We men tend to think we doing what's right to women but in the end we end up, upsetting them.

"Am sorry if am making you mad but I just want to make up for the minutes I made you wait!" I pleaded.