He thought I thought He had a thing on me!

Brethren! Hello.

Please come laugh at this. Before we get into that, how are you doing? Yes that's a question for you to answer.
Let's get right into it, shall we?

I had an encounter with a guy that totally left me gobsmacked.
Let's call him Malcolm.

Malcolm and I had to undertake a training together and as usual, Malcolm is from the same country as me and same tribe. I try not to run in when I meet such people, being all overly familiar because not everyone likes that. So I played it cool, he introduced himself and I was all natural with him. It went along these lines;

Malcolm - Hello I'm Malcolm
Missy - Oh hi Malcolm, I'm Missy. Nice to meet you.
Malcolm - You're Nigerian right?
Missy - Yes I am, I can tell you are too.

We were all civil and all.

I then noticed that Malcolm was the very nosey type who did not seem to understand when to not ask and things that you cannot ask. Even during the training, each time he spoke out in front of the group, I felt somewhat embarrassed as though he really had something to do with me. I had to consciously tell myself that I had nothing to do with him and his discussions. So I put on a brave face and overlooked it all. I still had a slight tug on my heartstrings though because of the thought in my head "they're going to think everyone from that country speaks like so".
Brethren, I began to draw back a little because it was TOO MUCH. I felt so embarrassed standing or walking down the corridor with him because HE WAS WAY TOO LOUD and said major inappropriate things.  Worst thing I did was to give him my phone number, a decision I do not like to be associated with. LOL!
Anyway, there was a day I got a call from Malcolm who began reeling off information about myself and my family.
Bruv! I almost passed out.
I must have whispered to myself - Child! You've got a stalker.
I proceeded to ask Malcolm where he got all of that information from. He, as expected, laughed and refused to say. I did a quick math and kind of figured where he could have retrieved such information from. I confirmed my sources and laughed. I played along with him as though I knew nothing. Then! I added to the distance because it was turning out to be a friendship that was majorly weird.

He must have noticed that this girl had no time for nonsense.

I was exhausted one day and walked down the stairs, only to turn the corner and there Malcolm was standing. He called me over, with the decency/respect left in me towards him, I obliged.
Malcolm proceeded to ask "what's wrong with you?" I did a double take and looked at him. Of course, we all know I should have been the one asking him that question. I gave him the befitting answer - there's nothing wrong with me, thanks for asking. 
He then reeled out a bunch of nonsense along the lines of "I thought we could work together. Maybe you think I have an ulterior motive but I am happily married and my wife is very pretty..." At this point, I tuned out. I was SHOCKED! I thought to myself, you've just shot yourself in the foot. I didn't even think along those lines but you've proceeded to just dig yourself in a well created by you for you. I had no strength whatsoever to be involved in an exchange of words with him. So I looked at him in the face and said "Ok Malcolm" and walked away.
I thought, you've just done the honours of neatly cutting every tie which is perfect for me. For that I was excited.

Moving on, I did my own thing. Malcolm would see me and then still say hi and try to form conversations. I thought again to myself, but you were the one who felt like I thought you had ulterior motives, you have a pretty wife, you this and this...yet you still want to talk about my earrings and have random conversation with me. I dongerrit!
Anyway, life is too short for nonsense. I carried on like nothing happened - responding to him appropriately et al.

Malcolm suddenly stopped attending the training and BAM! that was the end of Malcolm's embarrassing moments.

My question goes thus: Why would you think I thought you had ulterior motives, especially going to the extent of telling me that you have a wife? I surely was not even thinking that someone had a crush on me at the time not to talking of thinking along the lines of his thoughts.

Good riddance!

Till next week

Missy Tee.