I read the ‘one night experience’ so I decided to share
mine.
For reference purpose I am Stella.
This is a story I would love to tag “my Cameroonian love
affair”.
We both work in the same office building. You know how those
staircase meetings happen so no need to get into those details. He seemed to
like me and we got along just fine. In the process of getting to know each
other better, I realized that he was a rich Cameroonian with a lot of cash to
throw around and I love me some rich people and I had my gaze fixed.
Push turned into shove and I honestly want to spare you the
whole long and unexciting stories in between. The bottom line was that I was
hoping to close some personal businesses with this said fella and I was going
to make good money out of them.
It was all fun and games till I ended
up in his bed, but I cannot categorically state that I did not enjoy the
experience, I enjoyed it so much I made it known to him, but you know men show
little or no emotions to stuff like this. I expected more calls and continuous
texts and chats but the brother was silently pushing me into a zone. He was
either busy with business or out of the country or with his white wife that
flew in to visit. (don’t ask me if I knew
he had a wife, I might have even known he had some kids too, but I don’t need
you to judge me.) He wasn’t the only fish in the sea, I tried to ignore his
excuses and move along.
Why I am saying this story now is
that, I neither closed any of my proposed business with this said guy nor
gained anything positively noticeable from this “short-term” affair. Rather this
MF SOB went and told the entire percentage of the universe that knew me and a
few others that cared to listen about the affair, the entire thing, more than I
am even willing to share with you. He painted me as a cheap gold-digger that
warmed his bed cause of his alleged wealth. He showed as many as had the time
our chats together, from the pre to the post. He showed as many that gave him audience people
that were personally linked to me, just to prove Martin Luther King died and
made him king of everything.
Now, my question is : what should I
do to this immature chicken livered piece of garbage that I was unfortunate to
wind up with?
I cannot say it was a mutual relationship, it
was more or less parasitic, coupled with the fact that he felt he had to
broadcast me to the world, and do so in such a diminishing manner that people
openly had little or no regard for me, cheeei…….. you know how these thing are,
the entire universe heard and I was naturally the last to, to think that all
those times I walked passed people probably made faces behind me ,makes me want
to strangle his imported head.
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