What can I do? I have come to realise that ladies love to talk with guys extensively but I'm not that type that talks too much. Sometimes I try to force myself bt I cn't just help but be me.

Why am I writing this? I'm feeling lonely and I need a girlfriend and I don't want to bore her. Talking extensively with witty lines, funny lines makes you a lively guy, that's ladies thought.

How can I build my oratory ability? Mayb because I'm a chronic introvert. I've nvr asked a girl walking on the street out. I don't socialise, I relish staying alone, browsing the internet. I'm antisocial. I wanna have girlfriend like every other guy does.


This is a true confession, no subtraction, no addition, no exaggeration.


I will appreciate ur comment.

U dont like talkin but ur story too long!

Ladies don't like talkatives abeg

Another boring Introvert



be yourself and go for a boring introvert girl like you

You just have to stop masturbating so much and you'll be fine.

Awh

Don't worry with the right gal you'll be grand

Awwwwww.




You guys are now plenty oooo.
Na masturbation dey affect u guys

Awwwwww.




You guys are now plenty oooo.
Na masturbation dey affect u guys
Like d guy above me said, stop masturbating too much

ladyF:
Ladies don't like talkatives abeg

They do.

obiorathesubtle:
You just have to stop masturbating so much and you'll be fine.

how does masturbation concern an introvert?

Eliba:
how does masturbation concern an introvert?

ajuju.. Juwa m!

Charlie, there's a difference between 'talking cos you have something to say ' and 'talking cos you need to say something'.

obiorathesubtle:
ajuju.. Juwa m!

English please!

Eliba:
English please!

Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want
to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous
sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect
is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a
muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is
never doing anything wrong – which means never doing
anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect!
Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath!
Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else
laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things.
All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about
how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-
percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they
get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ’em? You can drink
pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and
sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as
imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good
people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more
fun than perfect people any day of the week.
Am I mad at you? That’s your main concern after
shattering my whole world? Mad for what? Breaking my
heart? Or for all the lies? Maybe for letting me put all my
trust in you only to be betrayed? How about the fact you
didn’t even have the decency to tell me to my face? Or the
way you think it’s crazy that I’m crying over it cause to you
breaking up is no big deal. Am I mad at you?… no. More
like crushed… did I ever really know you?
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself that the
mending whole was good as new. What is broken is
broken – and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best
than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
He smiled and as he did it, she was filled with a sudden
triumph and a great ecstasy, for she knew then that he
was hers, and she loved him, and it was something she
had known from the very beginning. She had known that
this thing was to happen, that nothing could prevent it;
she was part of his body and part of his mind, they
belonged to each other, both wanderers, both fugitives,
cast in the same mold.
Do you want to know what my problem is? I will tell you
what my problem is, I LOVE YOU I love your name, I love
the way you look at me, I love your gorgeous smile, I love
the way you walk, I love your beautiful eyes, I love what
you look like when you are asleep, I love the sound of
your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire heart with
an indescribable feeling. I love the way I can be having
the worst day of my life and seeing you completely
changes my mood. I love how when you touch me I get
weak, that is my problem…

Lalasticlala

Pls how old are you?

obiorathesubtle:
Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want
to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous
sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect
is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a
muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is
never doing anything wrong – which means never doing
anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect!
Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath!
Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else
laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things.
All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about
how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-
percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they
get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ’em? You can drink
pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and
sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as
imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good
people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more
fun than perfect people any day of the week.
Am I mad at you? That’s your main concern after
shattering my whole world? Mad for what? Breaking my
heart? Or for all the lies? Maybe for letting me put all my
trust in you only to be betrayed? How about the fact you
didn’t even have the decency to tell me to my face? Or the
way you think it’s crazy that I’m crying over it cause to you
breaking up is no big deal. Am I mad at you?… no. More
like crushed… did I ever really know you?
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself that the
mending whole was good as new. What is broken is
broken – and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best
than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
He smiled and as he did it, she was filled with a sudden
triumph and a great ecstasy, for she knew then that he
was hers, and she loved him, and it was something she
had known from the very beginning. She had known that
this thing was to happen, that nothing could prevent it;
she was part of his body and part of his mind, they
belonged to each other, both wanderers, both fugitives,
cast in the same mold.
Do you want to know what my problem is? I will tell you
what my problem is, I LOVE YOU I love your name, I love
the way you look at me, I love your gorgeous smile, I love
the way you walk, I love your beautiful eyes, I love what
you look like when you are asleep, I love the sound of
your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire heart with
an indescribable feeling. I love the way I can be having
the worst day of my life and seeing you completely
changes my mood. I love how when you touch me I get
weak, that is my problem…

how old are you?

Eliba:
how old are you?

I'm 5 years old, I'll be 6 years old on the 31st of this month.

obiorathesubtle:
I'm 5 years old, I'll be 6 years old on the 31st of this month.

seriously what was that long write-ups for?

obiorathesubtle:
I'm 5 years old, I'll be 6 years old on the 31st of this month.

seriously what was that long write-up for?

Eliba:
seriously what was that long write-ups for?

last three messages I sent my girlfriend before she dumped me.. Before I deleted them from my chat history.. I just had an idea to watch it swim away on Nairaland.. Read it.

obiorathesubtle:
last three messages I sent my girlfriend before she dumped me.. Before I deleted them from my chat history.. I just had an idea to watch it swim away on Nairaland.. Read it.

then why sending it to me?.You behave like a baby though

Eliba:
then why sending it to me?.You behave like a baby though

iono.. Okay I'm sorry.. I won't send it to you again.



I behave like a baby? Well.. I'm just 5 years old, so.. If I behave like the baby I am.. That's good and normal in so many ways.

obiorathesubtle:
iono.. Okay I'm sorry.. I won't send it to you again.



I behave like a baby? Well.. I'm just 5 years old, so.. If I behave like the baby I am.. That's good and normal in so many ways.

but a 5years old baby knows nothing about love. So you are indirectly a matured baby

Eliba:
but a 5years old baby knows nothing about love. So you are indirectly a matured baby

Lol.. I'm actually a breakthrough in modern science.. I wasn't carried in the womb like a normal child.. It's a long story..

obiorathesubtle:
Lol.. I'm actually a breakthrough in modern science.. I wasn't carried in the womb like a normal child.. It's a long story..

I see..... Only miracle babies behave this way

Eliba:
I see..... Only miracle babies behave this way

I'm convinced you understand.

obiorathesubtle:
I'm convinced you understand.

yah yah