Dear Cindy,

I would have really really loved to start this letter by calling
you your native name, I just love that name - reminds me of
another girl I once tripped for in secondary school, she wasn't
as gorgeous as you though - the name is only what you two
have in common. But I know how much you hate been called
Ogechukwu and so I will just have to stick with Cindy.

So... Dear Cindy, the first time I saw you my heart skipped a
beat...then another beat till I thought I was going to die.
It wasn't skipping beats because of how pretty you were, I
mean - you are as pretty as hell. Even blind people know that.

But that wasn't why my heart was jumping like a butterfly
when I saw you.

*sighs*

My love, it was because I looked and saw that what you had
on your head was a long brazilian hair - the long one, not cut
and join. And the bag that hung across your shoulder was a
chanel bag.

It made my mind fly, I swear to God. The stuff you were
putting on looked like Gucci or Armani, I can't really tell - I just
know it was a designers something.

I mean, here I was - smitten and dazzled by your looks. But
one look at you just read: "no go area for broke niggers,
please try again never".

I would have made a move on you that day if not that what I
had in my pocket, home and abroad, was just 1k that I
borrowed from Mike and, my love, I wanted to use that
money for something very important.

Not as if it would have done any good sha, I would have burnt
it all for you right there and then.

But what will 1k do kwanu?

So that day I let you be, thinking of making a move on you was
starting to make me feel like somebody was pressing my chest
biko,

so I turned and ran.

But the devil can be wicked sometimes. The next day you
showed up again looking like a designers something and so I
say to myself: "dude, this is destiny, go for this babe"

So I walk up to you, trembling like a fish because unlike
yesterday I had nothing in my wallet today; except 150 naira -
although the bulge of my wallet showed in the front of my
trousers it was just that way because I had been stuffing
complimentary cards into the poor thing - yes my love, I saw
how you looked at it that day, na card full am.

So when I started talking to you and I managed to make you
laugh I would have sworn your laughter was designers too.
Then when we were done you told me to come and see you to
the Taxi Park outside.

My love, at the mention of Taxi Park, my mind flew away. Yes
o, it flew

Taxi Park?

Jesus!

I mean, I'm a broke nigger - I don't have a car and you
understood. But I knew you won't understand if I can't afford
to pay for your Taxi. Because, let's face the fact, I knew why
you wanted me to see you off to the Taxi park wasn't because
you like my company (for where?). I knew it was because you
wanted me to pay the Cab man.

And so I had told you that, although it for sweet me die to see
you to the Taxi park, I can't see you off because I was waiting
for someone (shameless broke guy like me *sighs*).

Yes, I'm still ashamed of myself for lying a broke ass nigger lie.

When, I called you the next day - you hadn't saved my number
and so I had to explain myself all over again, something told
me that if you had saved it you wouldn't have picked that call.
You didn't recall who I was sha, till I reminded you I was "the
guy who didn't see you to the park"

Of which you said; "Oh. You".

And I must have sworn there was disdain in your voice, the same way someone would have regarded a mosquitoe he missed when he tried to clap it to death.

But today I was prepared. You see, I had borrowed about 5k
from Joe because I wanted to treat you like a queen you were.
And so I ask you out for a date and you agreed. I don't know
why.

But you agreed.

So I take you out and I order soft drinks and meat pie for the
both of us. When I was ordering it I knew it was a big mistake,
right from the moment I opened my mouth and asked the
waitress to bring it over - Meat pie and Soft drinks, for a
designers babe like you. While the couple in the next table
were eating KFC chicken?

But you see, I wanted to make sure you go home in a taxi and
so I was keeping the rest of the money for the taxi man.
But you gave me that look, like I was a stingy guy or
something.

Lol, me. stingy?

My dreams has always been to give the women in my life the
best things money can buy. My mum, my sisters and you - the
best things money can buy without any restrain.

But I'm a broke guy and I can't afford those things...yet.

So I try to have conversations with you, to try and use my
sense of humor to give you a good time.

But for where?

The look on your face said it all: "dude, you are dry, take me
out of here - you meatpie buying piece of sh*t"

So as I throw dry jokes upon dry jokes at you, I finally give up,
saw you to the taxi park and paid 3k for you to be transported
home.

Then I used the remaining 250 on me to take a bus.

It's been 1 week after that day and you haven't been picking
your calls.

It's fine sha, I won't call again.

But you see, I can't help been broke now - but I will see what I
can do about it.

Though, I'm realising it's not your kind I want in my life now. I
want she who will accept me for who I am now, then when I
start getting small small changes - I am going to turn her,
gradually, into a designers woman like you.

Just thought I should say this to you though. I'm sorry for
being broke.

Yours Faithfully...
The broke guy who had a crush on you.

Source: www.facebook.com/x4unites

ok

Quality attracts quality

Hmmmmm

it funny learn from it.
if you are too materialistic, guy that love you may not ask you out.
and at the end of the day, you settle for money without love and everlasting happiness.

Wetin person wey no get shi shi wan do with woman is what I don't understand sha......

Your being broke was a blessing to avoid terrible things yet to come from dating her

This guy na Williams Shakespeare

I think I have to come out d real me to the lady I have a crush on recently so she should kno how totally broke I am and den many consider me

Tis story abi na letter long o

thank God for me life oh!

Eiyaaaa

Op sorry ehn.

When next you see "designer girl", just cross to the other side of the road keep your face straight and continue moving. Dont look @ her direction a second time, you hear?

Women wahala

Tallesty1:
Wetin person wey no get shi shi wan do with woman is what I don't understand sha......

I tire o!!

Make he leave goat go fine yam; if he get yam, goat go come with out bn called

The bitter truth is that those kind of girls are from very wretched background. They try to cover up their insecurities with such a facade. They feel they need to prove themselves to one and all. They got nothing to offer.
Even if you were a rich guy, don't waste your time with those kinda girls. When they gradually get used to the level of comfort your money can afford, they start looking for a bigger catch. Did you for a moment think she bought that Brazilian mop on her head, the shoes and bags from doing a decent job?

nonsonnamani:
Dear Cindy,

I would have really really loved to start this letter by calling
you your native name, I just love that name - reminds me of
another girl I once tripped for in secondary school, she wasn't
as gorgeous as you though - the name is only what you two
have in common. But I know how much you hate been called
Ogechukwu and so I will just have to stick with Cindy.

So... Dear Cindy, the first time I saw you my heart skipped a
beat...then another beat till I thought I was going to die.
It wasn't skipping beats because of how pretty you were, I
mean - you are as pretty as hell. Even blind people know that.

But that wasn't why my heart was jumping like a butterfly
when I saw you.

*sighs*

My love, it was because I looked and saw that what you had
on your head was a long brazilian hair - the long one, not cut
and join. And the bag that hung across your shoulder was a
chanel bag.

It made my mind fly, I swear to God. The stuff you were
putting on looked like Gucci or Armani, I can't really tell - I just
know it was a designers something.

I mean, here I was - smitten and dazzled by your looks. But
one look at you just read: "no go area for broke niggers,
please try again never".

I would have made a move on you that day if not that what I
had in my pocket, home and abroad, was just 1k that I
borrowed from Mike and, my love, I wanted to use that
money for something very important.

Not as if it would have done any good sha, I would have burnt
it all for you right there and then.

But what will 1k do kwanu?

So that day I let you be, thinking of making a move on you was
starting to make me feel like somebody was pressing my chest
biko,

so I turned and ran.

But the devil can be wicked sometimes. The next day you
showed up again looking like a designers something and so I
say to myself: "dude, this is destiny, go for this babe"

So I walk up to you, trembling like a fish because unlike
yesterday I had nothing in my wallet today; except 150 naira -
although the bulge of my wallet showed in the front of my
trousers it was just that way because I had been stuffing
complimentary cards into the poor thing - yes my love, I saw
how you looked at it that day, na card full am.

So when I started talking to you and I managed to make you
laugh I would have sworn your laughter was designers too.
Then when we were done you told me to come and see you to
the Taxi Park outside.

My love, at the mention of Taxi Park, my mind flew away. Yes
o, it flew

Taxi Park?

Jesus!

I mean, I'm a broke nigger - I don't have a car and you
understood. But I knew you won't understand if I can't afford
to pay for your Taxi. Because, let's face the fact, I knew why
you wanted me to see you off to the Taxi park wasn't because
you like my company (for where?). I knew it was because you
wanted me to pay the Cab man.

And so I had told you that, although it for sweet me die to see
you to the Taxi park, I can't see you off because I was waiting
for someone (shameless broke guy like me *sighs*).

Yes, I'm still ashamed of myself for lying a broke ass nigger lie.

When, I called you the next day - you hadn't saved my number
and so I had to explain myself all over again, something told
me that if you had saved it you wouldn't have picked that call.
You didn't recall who I was sha, till I reminded you I was "the
guy who didn't see you to the park"

Of which you said; "Oh. You".

And I must have sworn there was disdain in your voice, the same way someone would have regarded a mosquitoe he missed when he tried to clap it to death.

But today I was prepared. You see, I had borrowed about 5k
from Joe because I wanted to treat you like a queen you were.
And so I ask you out for a date and you agreed. I don't know
why.

But you agreed.

So I take you out and I order soft drinks and meat pie for the
both of us. When I was ordering it I knew it was a big mistake,
right from the moment I opened my mouth and asked the
waitress to bring it over - Meat pie and Soft drinks, for a
designers babe like you. While the couple in the next table
were eating KFC chicken?

But you see, I wanted to make sure you go home in a taxi and
so I was keeping the rest of the money for the taxi man.
But you gave me that look, like I was a stingy guy or
something.

Lol, me. stingy?

My dreams has always been to give the women in my life the
best things money can buy. My mum, my sisters and you - the
best things money can buy without any restrain.

But I'm a broke guy and I can't afford those things...yet.

So I try to have conversations with you, to try and use my
sense of humor to give you a good time.

But for where?

The look on your face said it all: "dude, you are dry, take me
out of here - you meatpie buying piece of sh*t"

So as I throw dry jokes upon dry jokes at you, I finally give up,
saw you to the taxi park and paid 3k for you to be transported
home.

Then I used the remaining 250 on me to take a bus.

It's been 1 week after that day and you haven't been picking
your calls.

It's fine sha, I won't call again.

But you see, I can't help been broke now - but I will see what I
can do about it.

Though, I'm realising it's not your kind I want in my life now. I
want she who will accept me for who I am now, then when I
start getting small small changes - I am going to turn her,
gradually, into a designers woman like you.

Just thought I should say this to you though. I'm sorry for
being broke.

Yours Faithfully...
The broke guy who had a crush on you.

Source: www.facebook.com/x4unites

Ok

This is too long.

I thought love letter is always short

How.

Op do money ritual you go get money




Then -----u----know----the---rest----.

And you think the crush will settle down and read this long note

Tallesty1:
Wetin person wey no get shi shi wan do with woman is what I don't understand sha......

You're kidding right ? And to think peeps here say you make good comments

whirlwind7:
The bitter truth is that those kind of girls are from very wretched background. They try to cover up their insecurities with such a facade. They feel they need to prove themselves to one and all. They got nothing to offer.
Even if you were a rich guy, don't waste your time with those kinda girls. When they gradually get used to the level of comfort your money can afford, they start looking for a bigger catch. Did you for a moment think she bought that Brazilian mop on her head, the shoes and bags from doing a decent job?

In most cases this is true

neoapocalypse:


You're kidding right ? And to think peeps here say you make good comments

Somebody that do not have shi shi should not be talking or thinking about women and relationship.

He should be thinking about his life and what he should do to better his future.

Relationship waste one's time and time is money, hope you know that?

Broke guys that date always come out heart-broken and frustrated.

AJ01:
Ok

you quoted the whole post just to say....

Phemmy99:
you quoted the whole post just to say....

Abi na...
Stupidity of the highest order...

Tallesty1:
Somebody that do not have shi shi should not be talking or thinking about women and relationship.

He should be thinking about his life and what he should do to better his future.

Relationship waste one's time and time is money, hope you know that?

Broke guys that date always come out heart-broken and frustrated.

It's obvious you don't know what a relationship is all about

neoapocalypse:


It's obvious you don't know what a relationship is all about

Maybe.


But I'm sure of one thing at least.


I don't lie to myself.

op u think everyone has that time to read news abi...



the worst part if it is that the same designer babe u are writing these to doesn't understand engrish

Tallesty1:
Maybe.


But I'm sure of one thing at least.


I don't lie to myself.

Good you're truthful to yourself but the essence of a relationship is not all about money , sadly the Nigerian relationship can't survive without money.
And apologies for my initial comment , now that I look at it I see it was a lit bit frontal

Phemmy99:
you quoted the whole post just to say....

to say OK