Thebachelor:
There's no easy way to tell a girl it's over. Especially a girl that is so into you.
I knew l couldn't date Claire.
And it wouldn't be fair stringing her along.
The only option opened to me at the time was to man up and tell her we needed to keep our distance.

I got to the venue 15minutes early,surveyed the vicinity - it's a habit - then sat down where l could get a good view of the surroundings.

I refused to take any alcohol,l just ordered for table water. I needed to be as sober as possible.

I texted her that l was waiting. 10minutes later she came in through the entrance,all smiles.
As usual,she dressed to kill. But l didn't care.

She looked so happy and lively when she saw me that l was tempted to have a change of mind.

If l'm the reason for the smile on that face,why should l be the reason for the disappearance of the smile. But then,it's for the best,l thought.

Immediately she sat down,l dropped the bombshell,''we need to stop being friends''.
She stared at me as if she was looking for a hint to show l was joking.
I was impassive.

She just wore a mischievous smile and said coldly,''not possible''.
Now it was my turn to search her face for an element of joke.

I was shocked by that response to say the least.
The calmness with which she said it scared me.
I had actually expected her to go hysterical and all girlish.
Then l will try to console her and make her understand why it has to be this way.

But her calmness and short response unsettled me.
It scattered my plan.
And for the first time l took note of a devilish looking tattoo on her upper left arm. It wasn't really visible because of her skin colour. But if you look well enough you will see the damn thing.

I gathered myself quickly and spoke,''what did you say?''
''l said it's not possible'',she repeated.
''what's not possible?'',l asked.
''for you to use me,f*ck me as you like and dump me whenever you feel like'',she said with a tone that made me very uncomfortable.
Her eyes expressed a certain danger that l never saw in her before.

F^ck!!! What have l gotten myself into.

I observed her keenly and realized behind this sweet sexy looking girl there's a very dangerous woman.
For a moment,I even flirted with the idea that she may be hiding a knife or weapon somewhere.

I quickly reaccessed the situation. Clearly,l underated her. Now l know l was not dealing with one sweet little thing that will take a break up by crying her eyes out on her pillow.
I was actually dealing with a drama queen,the kind that has very extreme emotions.
The kind of lady that can kill a man and kill herself.
They don't take a breakup without a drama,l've met them before.

I smiled calmly,and for the first time that day l realized l needed some alcohol.

avril9:
for me that's a wrong move to tickle a lady u don't kn I call dat an air of arrogance,do u even know her state of mind at dat moment?not every1 love dis new skool madness some still prefer d old skool way.

Lovelynature:
Gbosaaa!!! Oga you don buy market. Women are very emotional beings. They can pretend a lot, but not in every case. When a woman loves or hates she does so with all her heart, though it may not last depending on situations and attitudes involved.

Thebachelor:
Shout out to every one.


Lets go!!!

Thebachelor:
After my very dangerous,tumultuous,exasperating,energy-sapping,destiny-altering,life-threatening and prison-like relationship with Maria,l turned into a gamophobic somebody. Hence,l avoided any form of commitment like it gives ebola.


I put on the garb of side nigga and became cassonova extraordinarie. With this role no form of responsibility whatsoever was expected of the brother. My duty was pretty simple - just be the caretaker when the landlord is not around.


Although,in the course of performing this duty some of these lovelies cross the line and become too pessessive,clingy and lovey-dovey awakening the gamophobe in the brother in process. Well,you all can predict my reaction. Emotions get hurt,but reasons bring them back to reality and make them acknowledge, ''he was just a side nigga,l wasn't expecting him to propose anyway'',then everyone moves on.

It was all fun until Claire came into the picture. Now everything's changed.

Thebachelor:

''l'm not dumping you'',l said said coolly.
''no you are not. You're proposing actually'',she replied.


I was confused at such misconception. I felt l was the one being taken advantage of.
For one,she has a man and was doing me at the same time,no complain.
Again,l never recall asking her to be my girl. On the contrary,l told her l hated being attached. I detest relationships.
So l was at a complete lost as to how she arrived at such conclusions.

Thebachelor:
The barman brought our drinks and l quickly opened the can and took a sip. Claire opened hers,turned the liquor into the glass cup and left it there.

''you are being unreasonble,Claire'',l began a second round of persuasion,''why should you force a relationship on a man that...''

she interrupted me abruptly and went berserk. She stood faced me and was really ranting at the top of her voice,banging her hands on the table as she did so. She cared less if she was creating a scene.

I just sat back calmly and wondered what happened to that quiet pretty girl l met weeks ago.
Wondered also,how she managed to hide this her fierce and aggressive side from me.

After hurling insults and curses on me,she finally leaned on the table towards me,and with redish teary eyes she said to me,''l promise you,you will pay''.
Poured her glass of drink on me and stomped out of the bar.

''wow!!!'',l uttered. The all scene took me by surprise.
I looked around and saw people not minding their business.

I just removed my handkerchief from my pocket,cleaned myself up,paid the barman and left the bar.

Thebachelor:
The End:
Story ends there until Claire fulfills her promise.

Note:
This story is a combination of fiction and real live events.

All characters were fictional and were creations of the op's imagination.

Morals:
We have all heard stories,even from the bible,how many great men met their downfall at the hands of women.

Yet,there are still stories of many ordinary men made great by,or because of the women in their lives.

The truth is that,a woman can either make you or break you.

So find the one that sparks your soul and you spark her own.

Then treat her right and you will never have to fear her wrath.


Shout out to all the women in my life. I love you all.

SafeDavid:

In Dremo's voice.
NO no no no no no no I no like am.

Thebachelor:



hahahaha.

Wetin you no like my gee?

Thebachelor:
There's no easy way to tell a girl it's over. Especially a girl that is so into you.
I knew l couldn't date Claire.
And it wouldn't be fair stringing her along.
The only option opened to me at the time was to man up and tell her we needed to keep our distance.

I got to the venue 15minutes early,surveyed the vicinity - it's a habit - then sat down where l could get a good view of the surroundings.

I refused to take any alcohol,l just ordered for table water. I needed to be as sober as possible.

I texted her that l was waiting. 10minutes later she came in through the entrance,all smiles.
As usual,she dressed to kill. But l didn't care.

She looked so happy and lively when she saw me that l was tempted to have a change of mind.

If l'm the reason for the smile on that face,why should l be the reason for the disappearance of the smile. But then,it's for the best,l thought.

Immediately she sat down,l dropped the bombshell,''we need to stop being friends''.
She stared at me as if she was looking for a hint to show l was joking.
I was impassive.

She just wore a mischievous smile and said coldly,''not possible''.
Now it was my turn to search her face for an element of joke.

I was shocked by that response to say the least.
The calmness with which she said it scared me.
I had actually expected her to go hysterical and all girlish.
Then l will try to console her and make her understand why it has to be this way.

But her calmness and short response unsettled me.
It scattered my plan.
And for the first time l took note of a devilish looking tattoo on her upper left arm. It wasn't really visible because of her skin colour. But if you look well enough you will see the damn thing.

I gathered myself quickly and spoke,''what did you say?''
''l said it's not possible'',she repeated.
''what's not possible?'',l asked.
''for you to use me,f*ck me as you like and dump me whenever you feel like'',she said with a tone that made me very uncomfortable.
Her eyes expressed a certain danger that l never saw in her before.

F^ck!!! What have l gotten myself into.

I observed her keenly and realized behind this sweet sexy looking girl there's a very dangerous woman.
For a moment,I even flirted with the idea that she may be hiding a knife or weapon somewhere.

I quickly reaccessed the situation. Clearly,l underated her. Now l know l was not dealing with one sweet little thing that will take a break up by crying her eyes out on her pillow.
I was actually dealing with a drama queen,the kind that has very extreme emotions.
The kind of lady that can kill a man and kill herself.
They don't take a breakup without a drama,l've met them before.

I smiled calmly,and for the first time that day l realized l needed some alcohol.

SafeDavid:
we wanna know how she dealt with you.

DankemzI:

So all this while you've been banging her, you've not seen the tattoo?

Thebachelor:


lols.
She's yet to do that.
You shall be well informed when or if it happens.

optimusmind:


In all my days on nairaland, I have never seen some dish out such honest opinion without an iota of redress or even regards for a fellows feeling.
It's good to be blunt and non-diplomatic but know that being blunt breeds hatred and hatred breeds enemies, and trust me, you don't want to have enemies lying here and there, unless you are read to crush them(stressful). So I beseech you to learn the act of diplomacy especially because you are a ready, and if you want to be incharge of your man, you can't achieve that being blunt and non-diplomatic.
Your words are true by the way, but you'd notice at the start he said he was "gamophobic" and he DID mention to her that he wasn't looking for any commitment and she still keyed in. Anyways, I am not trying to to support or antagonize any body, just wanted to analyse the facts and figures.
I put my hands on my jaw to read your post, made sense, but the nigga(thebachelor) obviously is young and wants to play, when he is ready to settle, trust me,his posts would be different.
there is wisdom in your point,still working on my weakpoint...lots of love(in my OWN VOICE)

Lots of love ! ! !(in wole soyinka's voice)

Kasimaramma2:
Finally i have to spew out my counsel...i am blunt so dont be pissed am not diplomatic.afterall a bitter truth is better dan a tantalising flattery..
He now wants help as he dreads claire would want ha pound of flesh...
You have shown ARROGANCE AND VAIN EGO mistaken it for boldness in ur acts such as tickling a stranger,even a man brought up in jail wouldnt do such. Why not employ dat same"boldness" and tell her SCREW UP now she wants her pound of flesh?.....you are a shame!!
Playing are for teens dat sag that pants not for matured men...u seem learned and intelligent with your choice of words,but wisdom doesnt end only in an english classroom,wisdom is presence of logic-which you lack.







in this terrible economy,we need those who have sometin tangible to offer not some dude decieving themselves thinking they are deceiving girls.
who is the victor and who is the vanguish amongst you and claire？ all i know is that wisens up forgive and forget crooks like you sooner.Tighten her vagina with alum to seem a virgin and a decent man marries her whether she is financially stable or not....
BUT YOU-A sad tale
no one would wink at a broke ass.no woman would give a pauper ha digits.Thats your destination if you dont sober up and think of innovative ways to make money in other to survive this economy but devote your youthful energy chasing anything in skirt.
if you have a iota of dignity left in you,kill dat pride and apologise to claire and YOURSELF for degrading yourself.
come to realise the problem is u.not maryam nor claire.you are the genesis of your problem.y lure a gal when not ready for commitment?
when she baptises you with acid you would call her wicked.

Learn to treat people as humans and not objects of gratification.you are not better than what you treat others but infact a sadder version of how u treat others.
love yourself.

lots of love！！！！

Thebachelor:
The End:
Story ends there until Claire fulfills her promise.

Note:
This story is a combination of fiction and real live events.

All characters were fictional and were creations of the op's imagination.

Morals:
We have all heard stories,even from the bible,how many great men met their downfall at the hands of women.

Yet,there are still stories of many ordinary men made great by,or because of the women in their lives.

The truth is that,a woman can either make you or break you.

So find the one that sparks your soul and you spark her own.

Then treat her right and you will never have to fear her wrath.


Shout out to all the women in my life. I love you all.

SafeDavid:

Hahaha! just call her bluff. She ain't gonna do nada

SafeDavid:

Hahaha! just call her bluff. She ain't gonna do nada