My friend, Alice, told me her husband likes me. She said it casually, as if there was nothing wrong with that. I smiled because that was the only response I could give. Days later, she asked me to visit her for a drink, and I went. I didn’t know her husband would be there.

Immediately I got inside, she said, “Babe, your girlfriend is here.”

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The man quickly came out, and the moment he saw me, he froze a little and then started acting shy. He asked how I was and if he could offer me something. My friend was like, “She’s here now, tell me what you like about her. Is it her body?”

Then they both laughed. She brought me something to drink and later brought food. When they both decided to settle, her husband came to sit next to me on the double sofa while my friend sat in the single one.

My friend kept the drinks coming, and I drank and ate innocently because, why not? I was a little tipsy when my friend jumped up and stood in front of her husband and said, “Okay, touch mine and touch hers and judge for yourself— which is softer?”

Her husband responded, “I’ve touched yours, and I know it’s the harder one.” Alice screamed, “Doris, get up! I won’t understand this—get up and let him touch it and judge.”

I didn’t even get up when her husband started touching me and saying, “Oh, it’s softer than yours. She has won the soft battle by a hundred miles.”

At that point, I didn’t know what was happening, whether it was real or I was imagining it because I was drunk. The afternoon went slowly from there. I was quiet. I wasn’t angry, neither was I cooperating.

When I was leaving, Alice asked if I was okay, and I nodded. She said, “My husband really likes you. I think he regrets not meeting you before me. Can you come here often just to make him happy?”

That statement kept ringing in my ears for days until I saw a call on my phone. It was Alice’s husband. He asked, “We’ve missed you, and I thought of calling to check on you. When are you coming over again?”

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He’s been texting me morning and evening as if we were long-lost friends who just reconnected. Alice also texts and says, “My husband has been asking about you. Maybe he wants to touch you again. Ashawo man!”

At this point, I’m lost and confused. I don’t want to overthink it, but what do you think, are they trying to recruit me into something that doesn’t please God?

—Subain 

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