missclasssy:


Please it's obvious you are still a learner.

In case you don't know, I am fvcking polyandrus. I have a lot of men dying to be my 1001th.

Kinglekan is not even in my top 100, yet he still left you for me. Chai

Shows how insignificant you are

Orijin101:

where ur own?

I'm not sure what mine was like. Happened about a decade ago so it's hard to recollect it exactly how it played out. But it was in Cameroun and it involves this damsel whose mom got a provision shop not too far from my dad's shop.

I could remember seeing her catwalk pass our shop each time she's closed from school. I wanted to approach her each time she passes by but I had no liver. Each night I go to bed thinking about her and how to break the ice, like how can I be friends with her. The feeling went on and on for months.

Many times I'll watch out when her mom isn't at the shop and when she's alone I'll want to go and talk to her about my feelings. But on reaching the shop I'll instead buy soft drinks and won't utter a word.

After a while I mustered the courage to pay her a visit to her school and on getting to her class she wasn't there as it was during break. I traced her to the canteen where she was buying something and wanted to approach her but still couldn't. On her turning to leave she saw me and looked in awe. It seems like she was surprised to see me in her school, but she didn't say a word and walked out. I blamed myself all night for not talking to her atleast. It was a perfect moment for me to have talked to her.

On this day, 11th February, which is a national youth day in Cameroun and students from secondary schools gathered to march and engage in other fun activities. I was with some friends when I sighted her with her friends and started trailing her, looking for the moment when she'll be alone.

After some while she left her friends for reasons I don't know. I walked up to her called her by her name and was surprised she knew my name too. Started off by talking about the day experience and other fun activities. We'd a very friendly and nice chat, we talked about her mom and my dad and crack some jokes about our shop experience. The atmosphere was the right time to break the ice and tell her what I'd been wanted to, but still couldn't till we parted ways.

Although the day came to an end without letting my mind out I was really happy that atleast we have become friends. We started exchanging greetings and talking each time we meet in the market. One night I decided to write a love letter and it took me the whole night to draft one. I'll write and cancel, write and cancel before I knew it a ledger book is half way . I later settled for one of the note.

The next day I wrapped it in an envelop, attached a greeting card and waited patiently for her return from school. Went to their shop and we greeted, talked for a while then told her I got something to give her. She was like what's that, I gentlemanly slip the letter from my bag and gave it to her. She hesitated to collect and asked what's about the letter, told her its for her to read that I can't tell. I walked out.

Two days or so after when she was coming back from school I noticed the way she looked towards our shop, it was certain she's looking for me. I suspected she may have something for me, probably a reply. I hit their shop moments later, we greeted and talked and right there she slipped an envelop with a smile on her face. Never seen her that happy. Went to the shop opened it and it was just the kind of reply any man in my shoes at that moment would really want. The rest became history.

Cutehector:
hey darlin... watsup

Orijin101:

you dare not go near my lala247

missclasssy:

ronald4lif:


I'm not sure what mine was like. Happened about a decade ago so it's hard to recollect it exactly how it played out. But it was in Cameroun and it involves this damsel whose mom got a provision shop not too far from my dad's shop.

I could remember seeing her catwalk pass our shop each time she's closed from school. I wanted to approach her each time she passes by but I had no liver. Each night I go to bed thinking about her and how to break the ice, like how can I be friends with her. The feeling went on and on for months.

Many times I'll watch out when her mom isn't at the shop and when she's alone I'll want to go and talk to her about my feelings. But on reaching the shop I'll instead buy soft drinks and won't utter a word.

After a while I mustered the courage to pay her a visit to her school and on getting to her class she wasn't there as it was during break. I traced her to the canteen where she was buying something and wanted to approach her but still couldn't. On her turning to leave she saw me and looked in awe. It seems like she was surprised to see me in her school, but she didn't say a word and walked out. I blamed myself all night for not talking to her atleast. It was a perfect moment for me to have talked to her.

On this day, 11th February, which is a national youth day in Cameroun and students from secondary schools gathered to march and engage in other fun activities. I was with some friends when I sighted her with her friends and started trailing her, looking for the moment when she'll be alone.

After some while she left her friends for reasons I don't know. I walked up to her called her by her name and was surprised she knew my name too. Started off by talking about the day experience and other fun activities. We'd a very friendly and nice chat, we talked about her mom and my dad and crack some jokes about our shop experience. The atmosphere was the right time to break the ice and tell her what I'd been wanted to, but still couldn't till we parted ways.

Although the day came to an end without letting my mind out I was really happy that atleast we have become friends. We started exchanging greetings and talking each time we meet in the market. One night I decided to write a love letter and it took me the whole night to draft one. I'll write and cancel, write and cancel before I knew it a ledger book is half way . I later settled for one of the note.

The next day I wrapped it in an envelop, attached a greeting card and waited patiently for her return from school. Went to their shop and we greeted, talked for a while then told her I got something to give her. She was like what's that, I gentlemanly slip the letter from my bag and gave it to her. She hesitated to collect and asked what's about the letter, told her its for her to read that I can't tell. I walked out.

Two days or so after when she was coming back from school I noticed the way she looked towards our shop, it was certain she's looking for me. I suspected she may have something for me, probably a reply. I hit their shop moments later, we greeted and talked and right there she slipped an envelop with a smile on her face. Never seen her that happy. Went to the shop opened it and it was just the kind of reply any man in my shoes at that moment would really want. The rest became history.

woOoOow. . . wah a lovely experience
mehn!

missclasssy:
Here to read sugar-coated stories

maleGirl:
Lolzz this orijin101 is sick

Well dis is my story,

There was this girl in my highschool,I really love this girl,buh when I was abt telling her my mind. OMG,cun see fear

I'd earlier mastered everything I was goin 2 say like" ehm grace I wanna let u knw sumtin,I want us 2 b best of friends..." Blah blah blah,
But trust me when I got to her I forget everything,and couldn't ulter a word,then I changed the discussion to something else . Maybe I'll still tell her next century sha



[size=15]IamMaleGirl[/size]

transgendered, i still don't get your gender

boynigeria:
shittt was crazy I was sweating all over, heart pounding and shit Practiced in front of the mirror a thousand time but at the end i heard a good news which was NO! cos the girl is now damn horrible

ronald4lif:


I'm not sure what mine was like. Happened about a decade ago so it's hard to recollect it exactly how it played out. But it was in Cameroun and it involves this damsel whose mom got a provision shop not too far from my dad's shop.

I could remember seeing her catwalk pass our shop each time she's closed from school. I wanted to approach her each time she passes by but I had no liver. Each night I go to bed thinking about her and how to break the ice, like how can I be friends with her. The feeling went on and on for months.

Many times I'll watch out when her mom isn't at the shop and when she's alone I'll want to go and talk to her about my feelings. But on reaching the shop I'll instead buy soft drinks and won't utter a word.

After a while I mustered the courage to pay her a visit to her school and on getting to her class she wasn't there as it was during break. I traced her to the canteen where she was buying something and wanted to approach her but still couldn't. On her turning to leave she saw me and looked in awe. It seems like she was surprised to see me in her school, but she didn't say a word and walked out. I blamed myself all night for not talking to her atleast. It was a perfect moment for me to have talked to her.

On this day, 11th February, which is a national youth day in Cameroun and students from secondary schools gathered to march and engage in other fun activities. I was with some friends when I sighted her with her friends and started trailing her, looking for the moment when she'll be alone.

After some while she left her friends for reasons I don't know. I walked up to her called her by her name and was surprised she knew my name too. Started off by talking about the day experience and other fun activities. We'd a very friendly and nice chat, we talked about her mom and my dad and crack some jokes about our shop experience. The atmosphere was the right time to break the ice and tell her what I'd been wanted to, but still couldn't till we parted ways.

Although the day came to an end without letting my mind out I was really happy that atleast we have become friends. We started exchanging greetings and talking each time we meet in the market. One night I decided to write a love letter and it took me the whole night to draft one. I'll write and cancel, write and cancel before I knew it a ledger book is half way . I later settled for one of the note.

The next day I wrapped it in an envelop, attached a greeting card and waited patiently for her return from school. Went to their shop and we greeted, talked for a while then told her I got something to give her. She was like what's that, I gentlemanly slip the letter from my bag and gave it to her. She hesitated to collect and asked what's about the letter, told her its for her to read that I can't tell. I walked out.

Two days or so after when she was coming back from school I noticed the way she looked towards our shop, it was certain she's looking for me. I suspected she may have something for me, probably a reply. I hit their shop moments later, we greeted and talked and right there she slipped an envelop with a smile on her face. Never seen her that happy. Went to the shop opened it and it was just the kind of reply any man in my shoes at that moment would really want. The rest became history.

ronald4lif:


I'm not sure what mine was like. Happened about a decade ago so it's hard to recollect it exactly how it played out. But it was in Cameroun and it involves this damsel whose mom got a provision shop not too far from my dad's shop.

I could remember seeing her catwalk pass our shop each time she's closed from school. I wanted to approach her each time she passes by but I had no liver. Each night I go to bed thinking about her and how to break the ice, like how can I be friends with her. The feeling went on and on for months.

Many times I'll watch out when her mom isn't at the shop and when she's alone I'll want to go and talk to her about my feelings. But on reaching the shop I'll instead buy soft drinks and won't utter a word.

After a while I mustered the courage to pay her a visit to her school and on getting to her class she wasn't there as it was during break. I traced her to the canteen where she was buying something and wanted to approach her but still couldn't. On her turning to leave she saw me and looked in awe. It seems like she was surprised to see me in her school, but she didn't say a word and walked out. I blamed myself all night for not talking to her atleast. It was a perfect moment for me to have talked to her.

On this day, 11th February, which is a national youth day in Cameroun and students from secondary schools gathered to march and engage in other fun activities. I was with some friends when I sighted her with her friends and started trailing her, looking for the moment when she'll be alone.

After some while she left her friends for reasons I don't know. I walked up to her called her by her name and was surprised she knew my name too. Started off by talking about the day experience and other fun activities. We'd a very friendly and nice chat, we talked about her mom and my dad and crack some jokes about our shop experience. The atmosphere was the right time to break the ice and tell her what I'd been wanted to, but still couldn't till we parted ways.

Although the day came to an end without letting my mind out I was really happy that atleast we have become friends. We started exchanging greetings and talking each time we meet in the market. One night I decided to write a love letter and it took me the whole night to draft one. I'll write and cancel, write and cancel before I knew it a ledger book is half way . I later settled for one of the note.

The next day I wrapped it in an envelop, attached a greeting card and waited patiently for her return from school. Went to their shop and we greeted, talked for a while then told her I got something to give her. She was like what's that, I gentlemanly slip the letter from my bag and gave it to her. She hesitated to collect and asked what's about the letter, told her its for her to read that I can't tell. I walked out.

Two days or so after when she was coming back from school I noticed the way she looked towards our shop, it was certain she's looking for me. I suspected she may have something for me, probably a reply. I hit their shop moments later, we greeted and talked and right there she slipped an envelop with a smile on her face. Never seen her that happy. Went to the shop opened it and it was just the kind of reply any man in my shoes at that moment would really want. The rest became history.

Orijin101:

transgendered, i still don't get your gender

Lala247:
K
Thats alot

maleGirl:
anyone you call me,I'll answer you . Even if u like you can say "u wanna pass your DICKtionary through my PUSSY-cat. So far my name still remains



[size=15]IamMaleGirl[/size]

you need to be laid! bring ya ass over here