fataisulaiman:
I know I've been a jerk. I let my past experiences with women affect my thinking. I now realize I hurt a very beautiful gem who's only crime was to love me.

I ran into her in the cafeteria yesterday in company of some of her friends. Immediately she saw me, the beautiful smile she had on her pretty face disappeared and was replaced with a cold, dark frown. I tried pleading with her but she just didn't respond to me. After begging her to hear me out, she sighed and told her friends she would catch up with them. She then told me she doesn't have much time as she had a class in 15 minutes.

Even though some people here told me not to apologize, I just had to. I pleaded with her, begged her to forgive me, that I never meant to hurt her. Everything just came out in a jumbled mess as she kept looking at her wristwatch and the place was so noisy. I asked her to give me another chance, but she told me that boat had sailed already, that i had hurt her one too many times, she didn't know who I was again, and she doesn't think the damage can be undone. I pleaded and begged, but she stood firm. I think after a while i softened her heart a bit as she told me we'll talk about it some other time. I asked her when, and she mentioned she'll call me when she decides. She then hurried away after pulling back from the hug I wanted to give her.

Last night as I lay in bed unable to sleep, my mind full of her thoughts, i remembered all the times we had together. I thought of all the good times we had, how she behaved like a baby who wanted to be pampered, the sad look on her face the day I told her I won't be around for her birthday, and our first kiss. I remembered the times she'd spend with me at home in my little studio apartment, where we'll lie for hours in bed watching movies and talking. We never fully consummated our relationship, but the things we did anytime she came over to spend time with me was way beyond two people just having casual sex. I remembered when I began to act up to her and make her cry, and I realized I had been a fool all along. I didn't know when the tears started flowing out and stain my pillow. I'm still waiting for her to call as she promised. I've tried so hard not to call her so I don't use my desperation to push her away, and each second seems like an hour.

Ayomicome:
I don't even know how to advice you...but one thing I know you'll never be happy trying not to be yourself.

Ayomicome:
I don't even know how to advice you...but one thing I know you'll never be happy trying not to be yourself.

ikp120:
I just said lemme pity you and epp you small.

You transitioned from being a pussy nigga to being an absolute asshole. (Hey, don't even flare up before I descend on your with my cane. I am your counsellor, so sit the fvck down and pay attention )

You think the guys you call bad are absolute assholes because you don't even know who the so called bad guys are. If you don't know me and you wanna be me, how the fvck are you gonna be me? (Dude, don't even try to flare up because I just dey manage my vexation spirit for here o. How dare you misrepresent the brand of niggas called bad guys? Huh, bro? E dey pain me )


The solution to your problem is very easy. I shouldn't be giving it out for free but the image of the bad guys is at stake mehn.

1. First of all, understand that a real man (bad guy) doesn't try to impress ladies because he, the real man, is the boss. His life does not depend on the lady. A pussy nigga on the other is a fake man who lives all his life trying to impress a lady. Without the lady he will be contemplating suicide. He has no balls in his amu sack

2. DO NOT apologise to her under any circumstance because it was just an argument. You didn't hit nor insult her. It was mutual. There are two ways to hand over your balls to a woman: saying "I am sorry" over nothing and saying "I love you". Don't go near those regions. I know say pussy niggas dey come for me for saying this.

3. This is the real deal!

Wait for 6 and half days (Morning till night na one day. Half day na wetin then? Rhetorical question please ) from today, 7th September, 2017. If she doesn't contact you, just send her this text on the 6 and "halfth" day.

You're gonna send the ball to her court (reverse psychology. Somebody holla "back to sender!" . Pay attention to the totorial o ).

Send this message to her via email and text:

"You said that you love me but for over a week now you haven't even checked on me to know how I'm doing. If I had died 2 days ago in that hospital you would have come to my graveside shedding tears and telling everyone about how much you loved me, right?

Mary was there; Jones was there; Terry was there; David was there; but the one who claims to love me wasn't there. Wow! Is that how love works? If that's how love works then I don't want to have anything to do with love"

My brother, no pick her call o. No reply her messages again o. No go her house again o. Start forming for her. She WILL come asking after what happened at the hospital, IF she really loves you. Just DO NOT worry about her again.

You have successfully fired the ball into her court. She will be the one apologising now and begging to know what really happened.

PS: All the names in the message are names of people you know.

Don't thank me bro. Thank reverse psychology. That's what girls use on guys.

Bad guys are actually the guys who beat these girls to their games using the same tactics they deploy

4. DO NOT behave like an asshole again by being harsh unnecessarily. That's inhumane bro. Anyone who does that ain't even human, talk less of being a bad GUY.

If after doing all these and she doesn't apologise in 10 days after sending the message, I WILL DEACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ON NAIRALAND!

Harddon, I'm very correct na

youngreezy:
u dey pH? If yes Holla asap one origin n one freshly shaved pussy for u....... Respect bruv I go need learn more from u especially d psychological path

ikp120:
I just said lemme pity you and epp you small.

You transitioned from being a pussy nigga to being an absolute asshole. (Hey, don't even flare up before I descend on your with my cane. I am your counsellor, so sit the fvck down and pay attention )

You think the guys you call bad are absolute assholes because you don't even know who the so called bad guys are. If you don't know me and you wanna be me, how the fvck are you gonna be me? (Dude, don't even try to flare up because I just dey manage my vexation spirit for here o. How dare you misrepresent the brand of niggas called bad guys? Huh, bro? E dey pain me )


The solution to your problem is very easy. I shouldn't be giving it out for free but the image of the bad guys is at stake mehn.

1. First of all, understand that a real man (bad guy) doesn't try to impress ladies because he, the real man, is the boss. His life does not depend on the lady. A pussy nigga on the other is a fake man who lives all his life trying to impress a lady. Without the lady he will be contemplating suicide. He has no balls in his amu sack

2. DO NOT apologise to her under any circumstance because it was just an argument. You didn't hit nor insult her. It was mutual. There are two ways to hand over your balls to a woman: saying "I am sorry" over nothing and saying "I love you". Don't go near those regions. I know say pussy niggas dey come for me for saying this.

3. This is the real deal!

Wait for 6 and half days (Morning till night na one day. Half day na wetin then? Rhetorical question please ) from today, 7th September, 2017. If she doesn't contact you, just send her this text on the 6 and "halfth" day.

You're gonna send the ball to her court (reverse psychology. Somebody holla "back to sender!" . Pay attention to the totorial o ).

Send this message to her via email and text:

"You said that you love me but for over a week now you haven't even checked on me to know how I'm doing. If I had died 2 days ago in that hospital you would have come to my graveside shedding tears and telling everyone about how much you loved me, right?

Mary was there; Jones was there; Terry was there; David was there; but the one who claims to love me wasn't there. Wow! Is that how love works? If that's how love works then I don't want to have anything to do with love"

My brother, no pick her call o. No reply her messages again o. No go her house again o. Start forming for her. She WILL come asking after what happened at the hospital, IF she really loves you. Just DO NOT worry about her again.

You have successfully fired the ball into her court. She will be the one apologising now and begging to know what really happened.

PS: All the names in the message are names of people you know.

Don't thank me bro. Thank reverse psychology. That's what girls use on guys.

Bad guys are actually the guys who beat these girls to their games using the same tactics they deploy

4. DO NOT behave like an asshole again by being harsh unnecessarily. That's inhumane bro. Anyone who does that ain't even human, talk less of being a bad GUY.

If after doing all these and she doesn't apologise in 10 days after sending the message, I WILL DEACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ON NAIRALAND!

Harddon, I'm very correct na

HARDDON:


HeWrites, SheWrites. Whether you know him or not is of no consequence. Both of u Writes


Btw,taken by what? If i wanted you, not even a seven horned demon could stop me. But then, my hands LA full. So u safe. Just keep Writing

HARDDON:


U needn't , I'm not a Rabbi!

Just kindly return SheWrites n give me the password to HeWrites. Then we be kul

HARDDON:


HeWrites, SheWrites. Whether you know him or not is of no consequence. Both of u Writes


Btw,taken by what? If i wanted you, not even a seven horned demon could stop me. But then, my hands LA full. So u safe. Just keep Writing

HARDDON:


The guy is a Complete Compound cUnt!!! Super stuffed with nice codes.
This is what happens when Nice pVssies fake the Real gee's funky life !: they almost always falls back to their freaking nice a33 vomit.
Imagine not been able to read situation : discussing that kinda psuedo serious ish in a crowded noisy place n been constrained with time n her tackles! Smh.

Then went on his nice a33 kneels to beg for luv even though he hadnt opened his heart to her? Yea ryt, Marine Sermon.

Now, don't i just luv ladies when they lord it, he has been placed in that f'ing limbo state! A confounding state, tentative mode. A state of total unrest, a state that makes u want them more even if it means selling your sexy soul. A state u can't think, can't eat, can't breath. A very Needy state! N her stock just skyrocketed! While he's totally f'ed, she is busy enjoying her life. Probably meet n mate another guy: Something he has been saving for last.
Oh Lady lord!

Op, save yourself more stress and read Dating Drills as some1 suggested! You Yuck!

HARDDON:


The guy is a Complete Compound cUnt!!! Super stuffed with nice codes.
This is what happens when Nice pVssies fake the Real gee's funky life !: they almost always falls back to their freaking nice a33 vomit.
Imagine not been able to read situation : discussing that kinda psuedo serious ish in a crowded noisy place n been constrained with time n her tackles! Smh.

Then went on his nice a33 kneels to beg for luv even though he hadnt opened his heart to her? Yea ryt, Marine Sermon.

Now, don't i just luv ladies when they lord it, he has been placed in that f'ing limbo state! A confounding state, tentative mode. A state of total unrest, a state that makes u want them more even if it means selling your sexy soul. A state u can't think, can't eat, can't breath. A very Needy state! N her stock just skyrocketed! While he's totally f'ed, she is busy enjoying her life. Probably meet n mate another guy: Something he has been saving for last.
Oh Lady lord!

Op, save yourself more stress and read Dating Drills as some1 suggested! You Yuck!

SheWrites:


Trouble maker *tongue-out*

HARDDON:



Oh u have no idea. Dont just activate me

By the way, I'm thinking of considering ur application to be my personal assistant on writing matters....

ikp120:
I just said lemme pity you and epp you small.

You transitioned from being a pussy nigga to being an absolute asshole. (Hey, don't even flare up before I descend on your with my cane. I am your counsellor, so sit the fvck down and pay attention )

You think the guys you call bad are absolute assholes because you don't even know who the so called bad guys are. If you don't know me and you wanna be me, how the fvck are you gonna be me? (Dude, don't even try to flare up because I just dey manage my vexation spirit for here o. How dare you misrepresent the brand of niggas called bad guys? Huh, bro? E dey pain me )


The solution to your problem is very easy. I shouldn't be giving it out for free but the image of the bad guys is at stake mehn.

1. First of all, understand that a real man (bad guy) doesn't try to impress ladies because he, the real man, is the boss. His life does not depend on the lady. A pussy nigga on the other is a fake man who lives all his life trying to impress a lady. Without the lady he will be contemplating suicide. He has no balls in his amu sack

2. DO NOT apologise to her under any circumstance because it was just an argument. You didn't hit nor insult her. It was mutual. There are two ways to hand over your balls to a woman: saying "I am sorry" over nothing and saying "I love you". Don't go near those regions. I know say pussy niggas dey come for me for saying this.

3. This is the real deal!

Wait for 6 and half days (Morning till night na one day. Half day na wetin then? Rhetorical question please ) from today, 7th September, 2017. If she doesn't contact you, just send her this text on the 6 and "halfth" day.

You're gonna send the ball to her court (reverse psychology. Somebody holla "back to sender!" . Pay attention to the totorial o ).

Send this message to her via email and text:

"You said that you love me but for over a week now you haven't even checked on me to know how I'm doing. If I had died 2 days ago in that hospital you would have come to my graveside shedding tears and telling everyone about how much you loved me, right?

Mary was there; Jones was there; Terry was there; David was there; but the one who claims to love me wasn't there. Wow! Is that how love works? If that's how love works then I don't want to have anything to do with love"

My brother, no pick her call o. No reply her messages again o. No go her house again o. Start forming for her. She WILL come asking after what happened at the hospital, IF she really loves you. Just DO NOT worry about her again.

You have successfully fired the ball into her court. She will be the one apologising now and begging to know what really happened.

PS: All the names in the message are names of people you know.

Don't thank me bro. Thank reverse psychology. That's what girls use on guys.

Bad guys are actually the guys who beat these girls to their games using the same tactics they deploy

4. DO NOT behave like an asshole again by being harsh unnecessarily. That's inhumane bro. Anyone who does that ain't even human, talk less of being a bad GUY.

If after doing all these and she doesn't apologise in 10 days after sending the message, I WILL DEACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ON NAIRALAND!

Harddon, I'm very correct na

fataisulaiman:
I started treating her the way I did before I became a jerk. I began to chip away at the armor around her heart. I could tell she was really trying so hard not to fall again so easily, but knowing her weak spots that I gladly realized still existed, I used that to my advantage, and it was only a matter of time before she slowly began to open up and return to the cute, shy, flirtatious girl I used to know. I finally kissed her again several weeks later. I had taken her for a late-night movie. She was chattering away to the car, gripping my arm fiercely as we walked back to the car. Just before I opened the door for her, I held her by her slim waist, and turned her around gently. I shut her up in an instant as my lips found hers and I kissed her deeply. She stiffened in surprise, but the stiffness slowly melted away and her arms wrapped themselves around my neck. After a while she regained her senses and broke away hesitantly.

[b]“I…I missed you.”[/b]she murmured weakly, our foreheads pressed against each other’s. I responded by kissing her lips again.

I opened the door and she got in. She was silent all the way back to her house. She got out and walked in a daze to her door. Her body language said it all; she didn’t want to leave me. Finally, she shook her head to clear it of the fog I assumed had settled in her brain and went inside.

Over the next few weeks I invited her several times to come over to my place again, but each time she refused, saying we hadn’t gotten back to that point yet. “Besides,” she said on one of the occasions, “I know what may happen if I come, and I’m not ready for that yet.” She did eventually relent, as she told me some weeks later she wanted to spend that coming Saturday with me.

She ended up staying the entire weekend, and we finally consummated our renewed love for each other. It first started with us chatting, then arguing, she hit me with a pillow when I didn’t cave in to her, I hit her back, she punched my arm, I pinched her thigh, she howled in pain and began to pummel me with her fists, which led to us struggling with each other on the bed. It all culminated with her boobs spilling out of her tank top and me sporting a massive hard on from all the body contact, something she didn’t fail to notice.

Soon she was kissing me, her hand gliding over the prominent bulge in my nether regions while my own fingers squeezed and caressed her lovely boobs. Before we knew it, we had discarded our clothes and she was humping my face, moaning and squirming in pleasure, my tongue deep in and tickling her erogenous zone while she sucked the blessing out of me. I tried to stop her as she was bringing me close to a quick end, but – in her own words – “if you don’t shut the f@#k up right now, I will leave this minute and I promise it will be the last time you will ever see me!” Suffice to say, I ended up blowing a massive one down her throat a couple of minutes later while she writhed in the pleasure of her own simultaneous release, just the first of several releases we brought each other to over the span of that weekend, the end of which she was promising she would never leave me again.

I graduated that semester, and two semesters later, so did she. As a graduation present, I gave her a ring. She said yes. Today, I’m happy to say Hadiza is my fiancée. We plan to get married once this whole Covid issue dies down.

fataisulaiman:
I'm a regular member of Nairaland, but for privacy's sake, I decided to create a new moniker to ask for mature member's help in this issue I find myself in.

Right from my undergraduate days in a university in Oyo state, many people had known me as a cool, gentle, and quiet guy. Many of my friends, particularly the ladies, really liked me to help them out in their assignments and other things and i duly obliged. i didnt see anything wrong in giving people a hand or two, but my room mate and closest buddy told me to tone it down a bit as they, particularly the girls, may want to take advantage of my kind nature.

I remember this particular set of three girls who came to my room regularly. One of them really caught my eye and I tried to ask her out a couple of times, but each time she'll just laugh and tell me she can't date her "brother". I took my roommates advice and decided to shun her, but each time she'll wail and whine till I take her back. This continued until one evening we were both coming from evening service on campus. I was trying to make her see my point on why I wanted her to be my girl, but she just kept laughing. Suddenly a car pulled up to us and a guy I had never seen before called her name. You need to see how this girl squealed in excitement. Without even acknowledging or respecting the fact I was standing there, the guy asked her where she was going and before I knew what had happened, she had turned, gave me a quick hug, told me she'll see me later, and had jumped into the car. I just stared like a fool at them as the car zoomed off.

She didnt call me until the following day. When I didn't pick her call, she came to my room trying to explain away why she left me standing there at the side of the road, but I had had it already. She tried using her baby tactics on me but I got angry and yelled at her. Soon we were having a shouting match. She told me she owed me nothing, and she can go with anyone she pleases. She stormed off in a huff and even though I wanted to call her after my anger had boiled down a bit, I decided not to. Things weren't the same between us afterwards and I didnt talk to her again till I graduated.

Almost a similar thing happened to me when I went to Rivers for my youth service. I met a girl I really liked on camp and we hit it off. As usual, I tried to be the nice guy, treating her with kid gloves, right up to the point she started misbehaving too. She once told me I'm the only person she knows who can take all her shit, and that I'm the kind of guy who goes the extra mile for her in anything she wants me to do. Our "relationship" didn't even last up to 3 months when I found out she was dating another Corper guy who, through some connections of his wealthy parents, was serving in Shell. I had called her one Saturday evening to hang out with her, but she told me she wasn't feeling well. I asked her if she wanted me to come over but she told me not to worry, that she'll see me the following day after church.

I decided to go hang out by myself at a popular joint somewhere near the Choba Campus of UNIPORT. i had just ordered a bottle of Small stout with some nice peppersoup and was about doing justice to it when out of the blue, this girl and the guy walked in arm-in-arm. I was so shocked, I almost fell out of my chair. To make matters even worse, they took the empty table beside me and once she saw me, she didn't even act like she knew me. I called her name several times but she just ignored me. The guy she came with himself was wondering why I was calling her name. I simply stood up, paid the waiter, and left without touching my food.

I made up my mind to harden my heart, not to allow any girl into my life. So many other girls tried to get to me but I kept pushing them all away. I wasn't interested in women again. i stayed that way for the next couple of years. I got an admission to study for my masters and i left the shores of Nigeria.

Even during my studies, I decided not to have any meaningful relationship. I did actually meet a couple of girls, even had sex with one or two and made out with some, but I didn't open my heart to any of them. It was merely physical.

And then Hadiza came into my life.

Pretty. Bold. Fit. Fair. Average height. Had all the curves in the right places. Shy, beautiful smile. Black glasses. nice round boobs and lovely hips. I met her in the library in the Graduate study room. I noticed she had a folder of my alma mater. I asked her if she attended the school and she said yes. I told her I attended the school too and later found out she was in 100 level when i graduated. We chatted a while and exchanged numbers.

Soon we started hanging out. We would study together, gist together, and do many other things. I was still a bit wary, but it seemed she was different. She seemed more reserved, quiet, and flirtatious. We gradually got closer and closer.

I took her to the mall one evening to get her something for her birthday. I was going to be out of town on her birthday and she wasn't happy about it. As I parked in front of her apartment complex, just as she gruffily said good night and was about to open the door, I held her arm gently, and when she turned, I leaned in and gave her a kiss on her lips. I kissed her for a few more moments and when she broke free she murmured "What took you so long?"

To cut a long story short, we became inseparable after then. She spent most of her free time with me. I was still a bit skeptical about opening my heart again. I didn't want to get hurt. I decided to play the bad boy. I started acting up on her for no apparent reason. i felt behaving like the "tough" guy everyone says attracts girls was gonna work. I was wrong. i began to scare her away. I started making her cry. I started getting annoyed with her over the smallest offence, things that weren't worth it at all. I thought I was being the bad guy all ladies love.

One day, after a particularly nasty argument, she got up and left. I didn't hear from her for almost a week. I didn't see her in school either. I tried calling her several times but she never picked up. She sent me an email -

*****

You're scaring me. You used to be a very sweet, understanding guy. I don't know this animal you have become. Where did the man I fell in love with go? I don't know you anymore.

*****


I felt really bad. I knew this wasn't me. I know she didn't deserve all I the shit I gave her. What do I do? I know I owe her an apology. She's the girl of my dreams and I don't want to lose her, but at the same time I don't want to open my heart to another girl and be dashed again. Pleae help.

pcguru1:


Chai so much energy over women, dude just focus on money mehn its not worth all the stress.