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anyway... I feel for the ugly ladies, #crying in french#.. the lord is your muscle

hmmmmm.... people still dey find nyansh for Nairaland.... impressive

my face when I see Otondo praying for Lagos posting

op your head there.... may all see the true light

boom

ohn1759:
450k for business investment and i'm reaping the benefits today, smiley. Just a friend and not a girlfriend. Sometimes it pays to be nice.

reaping the benefit in cash or kind

ohn1759:
450k for business investment and i'm reaping the benefits today, smiley. Just a friend and not a girlfriend. Sometimes it pays to be nice.

reaping the benefit in cash or kind

ohn1759:
Why are u acting like u don't know what the average naija girl likes, In Naija, the lower naija girl will die for a treat at a huge restaurant and a day out to the beach and places like that, the medium naija girls would do anything for nice clothes, gsm phones, nice wrist watches, and stuff like that, the high class naija babe will do stuff for a nice car, decent house, posh designer's sets, make up at the classiest centre, visits to classic museums and art exhibitions, etc.

Meanwhile, outside naija, just get the girl a rose, she will give u a nice smile and snugging.

YES!!!!!

lol.. do you want to kill the op

There is a direct correlation between the hotness of a girl and how long she will take to respond to your messages. After a double-blind study involving hundreds (if not thousands) of girls from Tinder and Bumble, I feel very confident in this conclusion. If a girl’s a perfect ten, well-educated, and shares my love for Netflix, she’ll text me back 12 to 36 hours after my initial salvo. Maybe. After that 36 hours, the very real possibility that she may never text me back begins to exist, putting me into the quandary of whether I must compromise my position in this maybe-relationship by sending the dreaded back-to-back texts.

On the other hand, if the girl was one of the accidental right swipes that you kept going along with because you (correctly) assumed she would be a good option if all your weekend plans fell through and you really felt the urge to break your dry spell, she’ll text back instantly. She might even text you first, in an almost unprecedented gender-role reversal. It’s a sick law of the universe explained succinctly by the philosopher George Costanza: “When I like them, they don’t like me. When they like me, I don’t like them.”

For a guy as over-analytical, anxious, and generally unconfident as myself, the time between that text and the response is purgatory. As of 7:35 a.m. EST yesterday, I was in that purgatory. Five hours after the initial follow-up text from our previous night’s date, I have gotten no work done and am questioning every decision I made in the past 24 hours, along with constant checking and rechecking the phone. The message I sent has been analyzed and reanalyzed. The timing of sending the follow-up has been regretted, justified, then regretted again. The whole morning has been a mental play-by-play of the conversation on the first date happy hour the night before. Was she smiling? Was she touching her hair? Why did she recoil when I accidentally brushed my hand against her leg? How bad of a sign is that? As the anxiety overtakes me, I experience all five stages of grief throughout this 24 hour gap between my text and hers.

Denial (8 a.m – 4 p.m.)

Eh, she hasn’t even seen the text yet. I mean, you know she’s at work right now, so you couldn’t really expect her to respond right away. She’s probably been in meetings and can’t respond even if she has seen it. Plus, she took a long while to respond during work hours when you were texting pre-date. It’s fine, man. I mean, she said she’s down to go out again next week. You were smart, charming, funny. She stuck around for almost four hours. Four hours. She didn’t peace after one drink, so she’s definitely interested. That reply text is coming.

Anger (4 p.m. – 6 p.m.)

Wait… there’s a read notification? How did I not see that before? From 10:34? Bleep, Bleep, Bleep. It’s been six hours and she hasn’t taken the time to text back? And she knows I know she’s seen the text from this morning. I mean, when you have your read notifications on, you know the message you’re sending by reading the text and not responding.

Goddammit, you screwed up. Why did you text her the next morning like a fucking slowpoke? It reeks of desperation. If there was any chance she was still interested, you blew it. I mean, she dodged the kiss and you had to resort to the hug/cheek kiss at the end of the date. The only way she could make it clear she was less fucking into you is if she hip-checked you away like Zdeno Chara. Good job fucking this up, Columbo.

Bargaining (6 p.m. – 10 p.m.)

She still hasn’t texted me back. Goddammit. Do I follow-up and text her again? No, no way, man – you’re already in a weak spot if there’s even the slightest hope, back-to-backing it will kill that. Look, there’s nothing you can do now. Just put your phone away, go grab some Chipotle, eat, and come back. If she still hasn’t texted you then, you can fire up some Overwatch to distract you. Then you can check before bed. Just avoid looking at your phone man. A watched pot never boils.

Depression (10 p.m. – 7 a.m.)

It’s over, I bleeped up. Again. Another really nice, funny, smart girl who appreciates a good Parks and Rec reference has deduced she can do much better than me. And, of course, she can do better than my out-of-shape, nerd ass. Goddamn, I knew I shouldn’t have broken up with my last girlfriend. I mean, sure, she was kinda heavy. And had that weird odor. And her friends were all really creepy. And she was a Penguins fan. But she was nice, and was willing to watch Lord of the Rings with sex intermissions between all three movies. That’s the best you were going to do, man. Should’ve just settled for spending Sundays watching hockey with creepy Pens fans that you hate. Bleep.

Acceptance (7 a.m.)

Well, another one bites the dust. Can’t let it keep me down. We went out once, I was into her, she wasn’t into me. Whatever, que sera sera. She’s not the first girl I wanted to date who wasn’t into me, and she won’t be the last. Let’s just hop back on Bumble and see if we can find another one.

Wait, what.

Oh… Oh my God. She texted me back. She’s sorry she was so busy but she had a really nice time. She used exclamation marks and emojis. Oh, thank you, God.

I’m not sure if I’m alone in this painful cycle, but one thing I do know is that I’ll be doing it all over again once this girl does realize she can swipe right and find ten guys way better than me. So I’ll see you right back here in purgatory in about two weeks.

God save us from karishika

toilet selfie!! something is smelling here oo

where the sexiness??

okay

quick money people.. come and see oo

okay

his name must be jibrin

idiattttt... iffa hia.... gerrahiaa mhennn... your sperm Na diamond fluid

this is a debate by 2 persons... una try well well... onijagidijan and ovoramen...
this is my #5 addition

I know say the post they make una wan sew agbada... but take note, them no dey dear agbada dey trek oooooo

naija mums are the best o....

its in the Nigerian constitution

the matter no be here

is this shit still on?

op.. for how many years??

hahahahahaha

like seriously....

boarding house sweet die.... its like a military camp

nice

STFUareyouG0d:
How much you got?

that's the starting point.... ego le

iffa hia.... gerrahiaa mhennn

no picture??