It was a mighty show of shame and public ridicle then. Looking back at it now, years later, it is simply hilarious. My story? Learn a lesson

On this fateful night, I returned from a church service, changed garments and took an investigative strol out. It was such a pleasant evening to check the damsels out. My aim, objective and sole goal was to make sure I trip the most beautiful gurl I find outside. Well, it wasnt to be, The first dame I sighted outside happened to be an old classmate of mine in Kindergarten. We had not seen in ages. She had also grown to become a smashing beauty! Gud enuff for me. Introductions. Re-introductions. Status exchange. The flows. All went well. We hit up well. Tension and anticipation was high. Emotions were bubbling. The music was alredy playing in my ears, Soul For Real

Then my good beginnings started to fade into a nightmare. My dame friend was headed towards a high profile SuperMart to pick a few items. Ok, lets go. We got there, she pick a few items. Nothing much. A broda culd always affford to spend on such beauty. Well the drama begins. I insisted on paying for the items. She refused. I insisted. SHe refused. The Asst. Manager playfully interjected and asked my catch to allow a gentleman pay up. After much modesty effort and show, she agreed. Brothers and sisters (u shoudnt be here tho) in the Lord, when I changed clothes at home, I forgot to replace my wallet in the jeans i donned. Let me paint the picture for your wicked imaginations then u can guess the rest. I put my hand into my pockets frantically. One after the other. No wallet. No Naira. No dollar. No coins. The Asst. Manager and my catch were waiting patiently aside while discussing how gentlemanly some guys culd be in taking girls out, the rest is left to your imagination. summary: She ended up paying for herself. I left embarrased and we parted ways to see again someday. Til date, STORY

hehehe aw epele jare

Story!

Real embarrassment

thats wat always happens to a psychologist

serves u right

U delib 4got d wallet at home!

karl ken:

U delib 4got d wallet at home!

seconded, gbam.

Good for you, a gentleman never leaves home without his wallet

ho ho

U did it to urself. Either u left home with or without ur wallet, u shouldn't have insisted on paying after the d babe rejected d second time.
And no call dis guy a gentleman o, most gentlemen I knw don't insist&argue till d nosy Asst. Manager interupts, lol
Since she refused, u could have made an expression of "if thats hw u want it, " facially and let her pay. I trust masef

Haba guys. Tot u guys would be sympathetic after all it culd also happen to you! Cynthoney! You! No wahala na. I'd get back to you wen am thru with feeding my dog

@Goldenray - no dey yarn dry dust jor!

we all know say you left your wallet at home because:

u be wan psychoanalyse your proposed toastee babe

Storyyyyyyy

Moral of the story;
Don't insist on paying on a date until you are sure there is a purse in your pocket

The lord just showed you a sign.

Something like that happened to me but in my case I was about paying for the pingles for myself and I have already opened it. I don't want to experience such embarrassment again, that is why I always go with my ATM card even with enough money in my pocket.

So sorry.i don't know if i can bear it.i will feign faint

Vic2k3:

So sorry.i don't know if i can bear it.i will feign faint

if i be d gal,i'reach 4 a bottle of water asap n pour it on u, shebi u wan play mr nice guy.

Then what about feignin madness and explainin later 2 e girl

Vic2k3:

Then what about feignin madness and explainin later 2 e girl

a cane mite help in dat case.

Who will b holdin da cane

Jesus, to flog you to salvation

Guy,no think am so much,he dey happen sumtyme like dat, sorryyyy

@Kunbee.y shud he flog me.i tot he does dat traders @d temple

be thankfull, can yours beat this, fgc 2001, i was in a school cultural dance for end of year and graduating class, backstage the  people dint tie my own wrapper very well i knew it but things were clumsy everyone's stressed so i sharrap, we danced and huffed and puffed, i was doing so well and all of a sudden i felt a cold breeze accross my chest, i stared down and saw my two little bosoms i thought they were puff puff  until i saw n1pples  i looked at iya yoruba the leader and she gave sign that i should fix up and continue, i started sweating and my armpit started to itch, my head was blagged i couldnt remember the lyrics or where they are, i lost the dance rythm too, it was a disaster, when it was over of course i dint know, until they were matching away so i quickly matched along as well and people laughed, i got to my seat and no one said a word, a female copper came to console me that i tried and hugged me, i felt so much better but i will never forget that day!

Vic2k3:

@Kunbee.y shud he flog me.i tot he does dat traders @d temple

I dont understand

Remember dat he flogged da traders at da temple

Vic2k3:

Remember dat he flogged da traders at da temple

Yes

Kunbee what would say if i said i admire u