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3 Stories Showing Crazy Things People Do For Love by PrinceCharmiing(m): 9:22pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
I was browsing around I I found this . . . Its long but interesting! The Study Abroad Trip Gone Very Wrong During our freshman year at different colleges, my high school girlfriend and I decided to spend the summer in Russia. Or rather, she decided that she wanted to, and I, hopelessly in love with her and eager to see her over the summer, decided to start taking Russian as an excuse to join her. But she dumped me in March. I had already sort- of committed to the Summer, but not really. Yet in my infinite wisdom, I thought myself left with only one choice — follow her to Russia to win her back. The eight weeks I spent in St. Petersburg were, as one might imagine, terrible. I had no friends and didn't speak the language. I lived in a home stay with an 80-year-old Russian woman. Oh, and I watched as she (my ex, not the 80-year-old) fell in love with a Russkie, who, in my pathetic attempt to be near her, I sort of became friends with. When I got to the airport to come back to America, dejected and stupid as I'd ever been, I didn't see my flight on the departures list. I asked around in broken Russian, and found out that there are actually two separate terminals of the St. Petersburg airport, and I was at the wrong one. Needing to get to my flight asap, and discombobulated as hell, I accepted a cab driver's offer to get me there for around $100, most of the money I had left. When I got to the right terminal, the customs officer told me that there was a problem with my visa. I couldn't leave until I got it taken care of, and the next flight wasn't for 3 days. It was back to the nasty 80-year-old woman. Except when I got there, she was gone, and the door was locked. When I called her, she told me that she had gone to her dacha(Russian country home), and wouldn't be back for a month. So at this point, I have no money, no girl, and no place to sleep. I got my visa taken care of, but still had to lug most of my stuff (except for what I'd left at the airport) around for three days. The only person I could call was . . . my ex's new boyfriend. But, pathetic as I was, I couldn't bring myself to do it. So my last three nights in Russia were spent on a cold beach, in a train station, and in a 24-hour bookstore. I almost got a full night's sleep in the bookstore, but was awoken by a terrifying man yelling at me in Russian. When I clearly didn't understand him, he said, in a not-too-accented English, "Get out." So I arrived in America dirty, dumb, and loveless. Five years later, I'm just about over her. The Kidney Donor This story is probably best suited to be in the annals of the stupid, yet true, romance stories. Ten years ago, I was just out of the university when I met this girl. She was young, beautiful and her smile just lit up the room. I was a nerd, physically unattractive and never been in a relationship. I was also very naive as events turned out. It was my first relationship. I had never had success with girls. I came from a 'psychologically inadequate' family background and had serious self esteem issues. Four months into the relationship (I will not bother to waste the reader's time narrating how we happened to be dating), she came crying to me one day. Her brother was ill, had been ill for a week (I eventually found out he had been in the hospital for six months at the time), and needed a kidney. Their only surviving relative was unwilling to donate hers and she was worried that her brother would just die. (An aside, I live in a third world country and there is nothing like waiting for an organ donor. If you needed one, you would have to hope for someone you know to donate it or die a long and painful death.) Then came the torrent of tears from her pretty face and I knew that I was going to do something really crazy. I volunteered to donate a kidney. She looked at me in disbelief. You can't be serious, she sniffed. But I was. I assured her that if I was a good match, I would donate one and her brother would not have to suffer much longer. I was young and very healthy. I figured that there was nothing to lose and a lot to gain by being the hero in her eyes. Knowing that my family would never agree to such an action on my part, I didn't tell them anything until a day to the surgery. The hell they raised is better imagined. Fast forward to one week post operation. She came to see me since I was leaving the hospital that day. She was full of gratitude. She was full of life. Her brother's surgery was successful. She would be eternally grateful to me. She would be happy to spend the rest of her life with me. And so on. I felt like the king of the world. That such a stunningly beautiful girl would feel indebted to me gave me the best feeling in the world. But things didn't remain so pretty for long afterwards. She began to give excuses for not coming to see me. If I called to ask if I could come over, she would make up funny reasons why not. She was busy. She was out of town. She was tired. She was having a mood swing and didn't want to see anybody. Eventually, two months after my good, eh, stupid deed, she broke up with me. Her reason? She didn't want to waste her time with a sentimental fool. Her exact words. (I found out later that the 'brother' in the hospital was in fact her long time fiancé whom she loved very much.) Since then, my already low-esteem is yet to fully recover from the blow that being in that relationship dealt me. That was my first and possibly the last relationship I will ever be in. I was a fool. The Life-Changing Decision Me and my first love were in class 10 (15-yrs- old) , and after finishing 10th grade we were supposed to pick up streams, either science, commerce, or arts. Our future of academics lies on that decision He was a core science guy and I was more into arts (political science and geography). Once he asked me, "What will u be picking up?" I told him about going in for arts and he was like (sarcastically), "What will u do with arts stream — become a fashion designer? I don't care you WILL take up science." He state this as a command; he was a very dominating person and I actually like this trait in men. So, that time I was so much into him I could see nothing but taking up science further; it was as if it was my 'goal," though something like arts would really have taken me to heights, considering my interest and potential in that field. So, in a year, we fought and separated. But then I had already made the blunder of picking up science and one bad decision led to another and now I am 21, pursuing engineering (which i absolutely hate), and I hate myself for making a decision based on teenage love. Even though he is the only person I have loved truly until now, I still dont see how stupid I could be in something as important as career and future. Maybe it was his charisma that led me into talking such a foolish step. TOUCHING RIGHT? |
Re: 3 Stories Showing Crazy Things People Do For Love by ceny6(m): 9:38pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
Yeah it is. However this your 3 stories aren't set in a typical Nigerian setting |
Re: 3 Stories Showing Crazy Things People Do For Love by Johnfavour(m): 9:46pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
So touching. To the Poster above, I am sure you go love Nollywood die. |
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