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B2Spirits:
First of all, do not be misled, we are not getting married; this is just a dream of mine that I wish it materializes. We have been talking before now, and she has rejected me. But I refuse to concede the defeat to her.
Some of you will think I zeroed in on her nairaland display pics to know what she looks like. No. I know exactly what my crush looks like, and I think only me is previleged to know this for now.
Some of you will go for my jugular -- terming this desperation, but you should endeavor to realize that 'all is fair in love and war'.
In my earlier thread, Her Worth vs My Worth https://www.nairaland.com/3493263/worth-vs-worth-union-work I was just assuming the disparity and exploring the gorge.
Raine80's mind is made up to discountenance anything in my semblance, but what if what we think we know or see are illusions? This is the classic Cartesian question. It essentially asks, how do we know that what we see around us is the real deal, and not some grand illusion perpetuated by an unseen force (who René Descartes referred to as the hypothesized ‘evil demon')? More recently, the question has been reframed as the "brain in a vat" problem, or the Simulation Argument. And it could very well be that we're the products of an elaborate simulation.
Despite that 80% of what men first look at in women has to do with appearance, the same cannot be said about women's preference. With my average look, I stand the same chance with a governor in Nigeria. See my 2013 pic below.
As a successful woman that she's, help me proclaim it to the dwellers in Maine that defining success itself is an uphill task -- a baffling theory -- and at the same time infectious.
You should be tempted to ask why Zahra Buhari is not my crush; why this kannywood actress is not my crush; or why I have not lusted after Beyonce: only the thing we desire happen to us, and as we grow wiser, we may escape some of our instinctive destinies if we want.
Now let's say Raine has always envisaged our clash of ideals, I'm willing to give this concessions: she shall nurture and groom our children to her preferred standards; I will donate such genes as beauty and brain during meiosis or whatever it is called.
If these thoughts of mine pans out or not, our ultimate goal seems to be the legacies we intend to leave behind, but the dead taste not the strange delicacy you people call legacies; only the living do that to the legacies left by the dead.
B2Spirits is the special assistant to Ali Modu Sherif on media. He currently writes from Sambisa.

DrayZee:
Na you wan marry Raine?

Raine is too good for any dude on nairaland.

JoaquinElChapo:
Yet another deluded old man who still lives in Disney land of fairytales ((((((((shame))))))


Lord shine your light on your people, provide for them wisdom no matter how little it is

prettyAdaolisa:
Is u ok?...is u?

NeutralJUDGE:
Huh!...too early for dis nd u re too old for dis

B2Spirits:
One shudder thinks if some dudes reason with their anus. Now age is the only parameter their shallow minds can bring into an equation in 21st century.

You see the bastaeds in football houses hailing stars in their 40s who are officially 24. What I have found to be a stroll in the park is identifying the infamous ubiquity of featherbrained miscreants that live under that 3rd Mainland Bridge -- the Makoko celebs and 'plaguers of the tombs' -- who, in their thousands, pervade naira land with their sil.li.ness.

You must have taken some cupfuls of that grey-black sludge that passes for lagoon water before you veered off into this thread that will turn out for your ilk to be a sublime rift, where muggins merchandise their shallowness with renewed agility.

B2Spirits:
U mean dt useless God that killed his own worshippers at Reigners church? You are asking that idiot to shine light on me? You are asking Him to give what he doesn't have. He can only bestows darkness and retrogression, and If HE tries it with me, His kingdom will witness untold events. I'm a god, if you don't know. You should get that into your dvmb skull.

Diddyydiva:
This is intellectually romantic


Raine80 come and see your match

B2Spirits:
First of all, do not be misled, we are not getting married; this is just a dream of mine that I wish it materializes. We have been talking before now, and she has rejected me. But I refuse to concede the defeat to her.

Some of you will think I zeroed in on her nairaland display pics to know what she looks like. No. I know exactly what my crush looks like, and I think only me is previleged to know this for now.

Some of you will go for my jugular -- terming this desperation, but you should endeavor to realize that 'all is fair in love and war'.

In my earlier thread, Her Worth vs My Worth https://www.nairaland.com/3493263/worth-vs-worth-union-work I was just assuming the disparity and exploring the gorge.

Raine80's mind is made up to discountenance anything in my semblance, but what if what we think we know or see are illusions? This is the classic Cartesian question. It essentially asks, how do we know that what we see around us is the real deal, and not some grand illusion perpetuated by an unseen force (who René Descartes referred to as the hypothesized ‘evil demon')? More recently, the question has been reframed as the "brain in a vat" problem, or the Simulation Argument. And it could very well be that we're the products of an elaborate simulation.

Despite that 80% of what men first look at in women has to do with appearance, the same cannot be said about women's preference. With my average look, I stand the same chance with a governor in Nigeria. See my 2013 pic below.

As a successful woman that she's, help me proclaim it to the dwellers in Maine that defining success itself is an uphill task -- a baffling theory -- and at the same time infectious.

You should be tempted to ask why Zahra Buhari is not my crush; why this kannywood actress is not my crush; or why I have not lusted after Beyonce: only the thing we desire happen to us, and as we grow wiser, we may escape some of our instinctive destinies if we want.

Now let's say Raine has always envisaged our clash of ideals, I'm willing to give this concessions: she shall nurture and groom our children to her preferred standards; I will donate such genes as beauty and brain during meiosis or whatever it is called.

If these thoughts of mine pans out or not, our ultimate goal seems to be the legacies we intend to leave behind, but the dead taste not the strange delicacy you people call legacies; only the living do that to the legacies left by the dead.

B2Spirits is the special assistant to Ali Modu Sherif on media. He currently writes from Sambisa.

B2Spirits:
I had to check this one's profile to get the description of what we are dealing with...skin folded like a maggot, bicep dangling like the dewlap of a cow.

If you attain half the depth I brandish in your entire lifetime, your whole lineage will boast of what they hitherto didn't have in their pedigree.

How did we get here? Why do African women celebrate shallowness? Even if your lack of depth is hereditary, the onus lies on you to scoop for yourself the benefit of the hindsight.

Transgender, to remark in the passing, whenever you are out of your elements, you should carefully choose your battles. I'm too good a being to hound with such reckless shenanigans.