People, this time, I am running. She is stalking me. What she's looking to buy, I'm not looking to sell, & I dont want to fuck her.
My phone has been buzzing from endless text messages. She's telling me about how she's been feeling since the first day she saw me at the joint. She has only just grduated from Uni & helps with orders at the beer parlour offering local delicacies owned by her mother.
From the moment she got my number, she has been texting me on the daily about some feelings she's been having, & her wanting to be appreciated, & why I was not texting back, & how everyone's not appreciating her, & how she wants to be loved back, & why I am so mean, & how she calls me & I refuse to answer, & how she's sorry for talking to me like that & getting me upset, & how she will leave me alone, & how she wants to be a friend, & how she's broke, & how she doesn't want to be a pest, & how sex is not so important, & how you count 1 before 2...& so on, & so forth
She doesn't live very far away, & I know that the moment she enters my house, I might have to move out. If ever, she will have to be fucked at a motel. Amidst all of this, I have been silent. I decided on the 3rd text message from her that I did not want to fuck her anymore. She puts the x in drama, & the pain in my neck.
"I woke up this mornin discovrin dat u re an Igbo man n Yoruba land. Ibo men like to mk women feel tht they can survve w/out them but I was made2understnd tht a Yoruba man takes care of any woman he meets witout havn a relationshp with her. you seem very unusual, ve u ever been dictched tht u're so hard and nothin can touch you. I really wnt2knw why you act the way u do. pls reply, I need2 understand u. thanks"
What the fuck is that? Who the blazes sends this kind of text message? This is one out of a thousand...."You need to understand me? You must be having a laugh!" was the message I almost sent back, but I chose my ultimate weapon, SILENCE!
I am abit too stressed right now to abide her tantrums so I decide to speak & tell her, she was too young for me, I was not what she wanted, & how sorry I am that I cannot fulfil her friendship requirement. What I am, that inconsistent customer is what I wish to remain.
My phone has been buzzing from endless text messages. She's telling me about how she's been feeling since the first day she saw me at the joint. She has only just grduated from Uni & helps with orders at the beer parlour offering local delicacies owned by her mother.
From the moment she got my number, she has been texting me on the daily about some feelings she's been having, & her wanting to be appreciated, & why I was not texting back, & how everyone's not appreciating her, & how she wants to be loved back, & why I am so mean, & how she calls me & I refuse to answer, & how she's sorry for talking to me like that & getting me upset, & how she will leave me alone, & how she wants to be a friend, & how she's broke, & how she doesn't want to be a pest, & how sex is not so important, & how you count 1 before 2...& so on, & so forth
She doesn't live very far away, & I know that the moment she enters my house, I might have to move out. If ever, she will have to be fucked at a motel. Amidst all of this, I have been silent. I decided on the 3rd text message from her that I did not want to fuck her anymore. She puts the x in drama, & the pain in my neck.
"I woke up this mornin discovrin dat u re an Igbo man n Yoruba land. Ibo men like to mk women feel tht they can survve w/out them but I was made2understnd tht a Yoruba man takes care of any woman he meets witout havn a relationshp with her. you seem very unusual, ve u ever been dictched tht u're so hard and nothin can touch you. I really wnt2knw why you act the way u do. pls reply, I need2 understand u. thanks"
What the fuck is that? Who the blazes sends this kind of text message? This is one out of a thousand...."You need to understand me? You must be having a laugh!" was the message I almost sent back, but I chose my ultimate weapon, SILENCE!
I am abit too stressed right now to abide her tantrums so I decide to speak & tell her, she was too young for me, I was not what she wanted, & how sorry I am that I cannot fulfil her friendship requirement. What I am, that inconsistent customer is what I wish to remain.
