PlayMaker14:

Hmmmm!!

It may seem as though it's the kind of Gleeful relationship we read on best selling romantic novels.

pansophist:
My ability to knack steady overnight non stop

Magnoliaa:
...

PlayMaker14:
I would love to hear...

Iyaebe:
Are you serious?like seriously?

pansophist:


Yes serious. You can't handle me. Sorry

Magnoliaa:

Why?

It's ineffably cosmic, hence the ellipsis as I think of a way to put it... what 'he' loves about me, that is.

Doradorwa:
Maybe my brain .... But he's starting to hate it lately.

pocohantas:


Because you are starting show him you can survive with your brain alone. Sadly, men want to be felt. Try asking him the most stupid questions for 1 month. Let him sha feel important, indispensable and knowledgeable.

Even the so called independence, if you keep it up for a long time, they start getting uncomfortable. They want you to use them, nicely…

Iyaebe:
I don't just bear the Iya Egbe title for nothing sake,so don't be too sure of yourself lol

Sonnobax15:

My gentility,my calmness and my act of being caring..

pansophist:


I don't do old women. Sorry.

pansophist:


You caring? comot for here jare.

Magnoliaa:
My fire and body of a goddess; eyes like the most daintiest glass and skin like silk; porcelain hands, dolly feet, red velvet lips and chocolatey eyes...the voice like the most melodious canary... and the whole magnificence of me, dominating him, in all my XXXL shape and sexual reign -- waistline like the orbit of the planets round the sun, wrists and curves like the rings of Jupiter and juices like stardusts mixed with honeycomb.

Since I'm obviously his Queen and Protector, he ain't gat much to give me, except his riches and ******. Once in a while, his wits and larger-than-life dreams and sensitivity gets me, I'm the full time-job they all are employed in.

Iyaebe:
Remember what they say about old wine

Doradorwa:
Lol... We are at the verge of a breakup. He complains about everything I do, he complains about me staying on Nairaland, reading too much books, working on forum that pays me. Lately the only time we smile to eachother is when we have séx.

I've been coping because my mom will be disappointed in me if I breakup, she likes him. but seriously mam, I'm not happy lately.

Magnoliaa:
My fire and body of a goddess; eyes like the most daintiest glass and skin like silk; porcelain hands, dolly feet, red velvet lips and chocolatey eyes...the voice like the most melodious canary... and the whole magnificence of me, dominating him, in all my XXXL shape and sexual reign -- waistline like the orbit of the planets round the sun, wrists and curves like the rings of Jupiter and juices like stardusts mixed with honeycomb.

Since I'm obviously his Queen and Protector, he ain't gat much to give me, except his riches and ******. Once in a while, his wits and larger-than-life dreams and sensitivity gets me, I'm the full time-job they all are employed in.



So what do you think? Is it fitting of a Mills and Boon? Or an HarperCollins' regency romance?

pocohantas:


Sister, nothing dey outside there again. Na only redpillers, yahoo boys and ritualists . So if this is his only complain, I would advise you talk it out.

Nairaland? Most men would complain of (heavy) social media usage. Especially when they can’t keep track of what you are doing there.

Work and books? Maybe you always do it even when he wants to spend time with you. A little balance here and there is necessary.

If you are still getting turned on by him, then I believe there is still something left. When the sexual attraction leaves, na to throw way am for dustbin remain.

pansophist:


Yea men age like wine. But I'm not gay. Thanks

Iyaebe:
That statement isn't restricted to men alone or is it

Doradorwa:
I feel so relaxed talking to you mam ... Thank you.

pansophist:
My ability to knack steady overnight non stop