The Partnership

July 4, 2008

“So…AainaA,” he said after taking a deep breather, looking hard into my eyes. I shied away looking at the birds looking for worms. I dislike when a man look into my eyes that way – it could only mean two things…A flirt that’ll end in his bed or mine, or … a serious debate about the possibilities of creating heaven on Earth. The two just does not work if I don’t know him well enough! I could only think of asking for a job that’ll pay my rent, and I was not in any mood to entertain a debate or a pre & post affair. These things are so passé that these days, a girl like me just wants to work. Pleasure will come when the coffers are bursting like a tub of lard. “…what will it be for you to say yes?” Jonas asked me.

“Yes, to what?” I asked my eyes rounded, my voice softened. “Yes to a proposal – you, and I in a partnership” he answered. The only partnership I’m looking at is at making a business wealthier – and equity funding is what I’m looking into – Meaning no one gets into anybody’s skirt or pants! Just because a couple of girlfriends try their upper best to get to the altar doesn’t mean I’m like them. I still want to fly in all directions, see the world, taste the wine… and die smiling. Jonas put his hands on mine – the alarm went off like a clang at St. Eustache church, in Paris waking me up. I pulled away promptly, dart for a cigarette, and smiled.

“Listen Jo…” I said heaving a puff. “…if you want to make it big – I’m the one you need – as much as branding needs public relations, your business needs me!” I said calmly looking straight into his eyes, my inner shutters closed to my heart. The one thing about looking at a man’s eyes is that you can read his Soul. The last time I did that, I fell instantly head over heels over someone and I had a tough time enduring the pain of separation. It is difficult to be in a relationship with a man with a soul that shines all the way to the Kingdom.

“Well, what do you want woman?” he brusquely asked as if I’ve pushed the wrong button. I rarely push buttons unless it’s the ones in a lift. I told Jonas what was wrong in the scenario – he said the world will take care of it – we shouldn’t be worried about the escalating oil and food prices. If you’re wealthy, you may get slightly lightheaded and feel the dent, but when you’re put into the streets like the common people, the last thing on your mind would be to eat desserts first. Jonas wants a relationship – he is also a married man. I can’t and am not interested in having a relationship with a married man, unless it’s purely business or for some humanitarian effort or Cause the world is craving for. Jonas was adamant of getting me like he has been in the past with the seemingly many mistresses he has chucked away.

“I so am not interested Jo…” I said. “But if success is what you want your company to achieve, then by all means, let’s work on that.” I answered seriously feeling like a cat just about to scratch the puppy eyes of his blind! We parted ways and I never looked back. Jonas passed away two years ago of a severe heart attack when his business went into bankruptcy and his wife left him for another.

I would rather have a lasting pain than a pleasure that passes away.

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