czarr:
Never happened to me

Sexxkillz:
"Frustarting" kwa?

Kelechi2020:


not your fault at all....

You learn"t spelling as a Trade

Sexxkillz:
We learn everyday. Stop running from correction, and tell me thank you sir.

It's "learnt", by the way, with one quotation mark.

You're welcome.

Kelechi2020:


Thank you sir.. But it should be "you are welcome".. Don't forget the use of English by your British colonial masters

Sexxkillz:
I'm sorry. You aren't making any sense.

Kelechi2020:
Actually when you ask her, she has no mind to tell you "No". She doesn't like the fact that it would break your heart.

That you'd start avoiding her. She doesn't like the fact that she'd be termed "mean" , and "ungrateful" and "proud" and "forming". But she says "Yes, I'll go out with you".

This being in spite of the fact that she's already agreed to go out with her boyfriend. The same time and hour.
By 4 pm, you dress up. Of course, you need nice shots. To show as trophy to your guys. She needs to 'believe you too". Therefore, from Prince, you get a striped body fitting shirt. With proud collar and badged chest. The type that makes an NFL cover photo. Must be from Versace too. You get a Jean from Adams, snickers from bello and shades from Fayose. Shades that you'd wear indoors throughout the outing. To enable you steal peeks on her. To drown your shaky eyes. To hide your thoughts and feelings.
But it is 5pm. She isn't there. Your cologne is wearing out. Your second drink is finished. You are hungry. For you couldn't eat at home. Her thoughts filled you up. You had wanted to eat lunch with her. To enjoy the romance from the movies. The slow motioned picking of tasteless fast food's fried rice with fork and knife. With rose petals around the gardens of your heart.









As every Keke stops, you look out. Optimistic that she's the one. The next Keke stops, the next taxi, and the next one too. She is not there. You call, she doesn't pick up. You hope she's almost there and believes it was not Okay picking and wasting your credit. But she doesn't. Every second, a new pair walks through the door, beautifully engraved in the seeming perfection of their love. They laugh and hold hands and hug and kiss and take pictures. You don't want to look, but you look nonetheless.



Then, your phone goes dead. You frantically beg the door guy to let you boost. You call her again, and hers is dead too. Maybe she'd been trying your line while yours was off. Then,your phone rings from an unsaved number.



Enthusiastically, you pick it up and alas, it is the voice of Jane. The hopeless answering machine from MTN. You curse hard. But you don't give up. You rationalize. Maybe she'd missed her way. Was she asleep? You run a race in your heart while your pocket empties on beer and agitation. Your cologne has made way for the stink of anxiety and sweat.
It is 8pm and you remember she'd told you she doesn't stay out late. Defeated and angry, you make your way home. Cowering behind the shades of your glasses in the pitch of night. Fuming that she'd played you again. She remains incommunicado. You are gutted while you arrive home to the multitude of ears waiting for the gist. About the dessert and the dance and the pictures.


You lie down to rue. Waiting for her to call and apologize, and offer a "reasonable" explanation, and beg while you spank yourself to calm, but she doesn't. Your phone beeps and it is 50016. Asking you to advertise your frustration on callerfeel.


Then, on Monday you stumble upon her at work.


And as if nothing wrong happened, she smiles graciously, "HI dear", and walks on.

"Hi dear? "
Girls!

The hustle is real...Ever had such experience
By
Precious Emelogu ( Highly creative ,prodigiously Jesus boy )

pcguru1:


Have been stood up once before, and after like 3 hours I just stood up and left, she called the next day but I never picked, deleted the number and just moved on, saw her once,i didn't even bing it up, just said hi you look lovely and bounced. Time is vital to me I could be home jerking off rather than being stood up

Kelechi2020:



You have not told us what went through your mind during this hours you waited..

pcguru1:


Alot went through my mind:


At this point, I was thinking okay this is Nigeria possibly bad road, traffic, thinking of scenarios that could have led to her coming late, then i was also pre-occupied thinking okay at least she will make it before the movie starts. as hours passed i kept feeling stupid, even babes that came in and left with guys were looking at me, I could feel their sympathy, I kept chilling even brought up phone to call, but no answer till the phone went off, now i assumed okay battery dead, I started playing games on my tablet till i gave up and went home in anger, didn't even end up seeing the movie. till now even when we chat i don't really give her priority in terms of response.

Kelechi2020:


You are paying her big time for her one silly move... Though it can't get better than this....

I enjoyed your episode...

Kelechi2020:
Actually when you ask her, she has no mind to tell you "No". She doesn't like the fact that it would break your heart.

That you'd start avoiding her. She doesn't like the fact that she'd be termed "mean" , and "ungrateful" and "proud" and "forming". But she says "Yes, I'll go out with you".

This being in spite of the fact that she's already agreed to go out with her boyfriend. The same time and hour.
By 4 pm, you dress up. Of course, you need nice shots. To show as trophy to your guys. She needs to 'believe you too". Therefore, from Prince, you get a striped body fitting shirt. With proud collar and badged chest. The type that makes an NFL cover photo. Must be from Versace too. You get a Jean from Adams, snickers from bello and shades from Fayose. Shades that you'd wear indoors throughout the outing. To enable you steal peeks on her. To drown your shaky eyes. To hide your thoughts and feelings.
But it is 5pm. She isn't there. Your cologne is wearing out. Your second drink is finished. You are hungry. For you couldn't eat at home. Her thoughts filled you up. You had wanted to eat lunch with her. To enjoy the romance from the movies. The slow motioned picking of tasteless fast food's fried rice with fork and knife. With rose petals around the gardens of your heart.









As every Keke stops, you look out. Optimistic that she's the one. The next Keke stops, the next taxi, and the next one too. She is not there. You call, she doesn't pick up. You hope she's almost there and believes it was not Okay picking and wasting your credit. But she doesn't. Every second, a new pair walks through the door, beautifully engraved in the seeming perfection of their love. They laugh and hold hands and hug and kiss and take pictures. You don't want to look, but you look nonetheless.



Then, your phone goes dead. You frantically beg the door guy to let you boost. You call her again, and hers is dead too. Maybe she'd been trying your line while yours was off. Then,your phone rings from an unsaved number.



Enthusiastically, you pick it up and alas, it is the voice of Jane. The hopeless answering machine from MTN. You curse hard. But you don't give up. You rationalize. Maybe she'd missed her way. Was she asleep? You run a race in your heart while your pocket empties on beer and agitation. Your cologne has made way for the stink of anxiety and sweat.
It is 8pm and you remember she'd told you she doesn't stay out late. Defeated and angry, you make your way home. Cowering behind the shades of your glasses in the pitch of night. Fuming that she'd played you again. She remains incommunicado. You are gutted while you arrive home to the multitude of ears waiting for the gist. About the dessert and the dance and the pictures.


You lie down to rue. Waiting for her to call and apologize, and offer a "reasonable" explanation, and beg while you spank yourself to calm, but she doesn't. Your phone beeps and it is 50016. Asking you to advertise your frustration on callerfeel.


Then, on Monday you stumble upon her at work.


And as if nothing wrong happened, she smiles graciously, "HI dear", and walks on.

"Hi dear? "
Girls!

The hustle is real...Ever had such experience
By
Precious Emelogu ( Highly creative ,prodigiously Jesus boy )