We met on Facebook and talked for over a month before planning to meet. He lives in Tema, and I’m in Adenta. He wanted me to visit him in Tema, but I wanted our first meeting to be on neutral grounds. Eventually, we agreed to meet at the mall.

I got there first and ordered something to eat while waiting for him. He was an hour late. When he finally arrived and saw me eating, he said, “Why did you order when I’m not here? What if I’m not able to pay?”

I smiled and welcomed him. I told him not to worry because I could pay. He ordered a bottle of water, and we sat talking. Throughout the conversation, I could see his eyes were fixed on my food. He wasn’t even concentrating and was also sweating. I said, “Why don’t you order food? If you’ll allow me, I’ll pay.”

He called the waitress and asked to be served the same food I was eating. While he ate, he became calmer and more focused. His sense of humor came back—the one thing I loved about him. We spent hours together, but it felt like minutes. When we were leaving and I tipped the waitress, he asked why I was giving her money when she was only doing her job.

When we were parting, he walked me to the car park, and I opened my car door. He asked, apparently surprised, “Is that your car? You didn’t tell me you were a rich girl. Or it belongs to your dad? Who got it for you?”

He asked a hundred questions within a minute. I told him that was the car I drove to the venue. I didn’t answer any of his other questions because I didn’t see the need to. I drove away while he stood akimbo, watching me leave the park.

When he got home, he texted, “I’m sorry if I made you feel some type of way. I know I’m not your type, but we can be friends if you don’t mind.”

What Nobody Tells You About Divorce

Two days later, he was asking me for a favor because life was hard. This is the same person who told me he was an engineer at the port. When I didn’t respond to his messages, he blocked me, and that was it.

I’m like, what did I do? I thought we were getting to know each other, so why the haste in blocking me? I liked him. I was getting to love him until he messed it all up.

—Maame Bea

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