Memoirs of a Play Boy

My first girlfriend was so pretty. I was so young then, if i had told people about her they would know i was so lucky. The truth is if i had told them about her, they would laugh at me. I never asked her out! But in my 'yeye' mind, she was my girlfriend. Sad that I can’t even remember her name again.

I had so many others girlfriends like her. Infact, I had to break up with one because I caught her cheating on me. I actually did not tell her it was over because I never asked her out in the first place.

Till date, I wish I could have her back, but it still hurts. How could she do such a thing to me?

'Omo, i no sabi toast at all'. If not for my dad, my present girlfriend won’t be in my life. Please, I wont talk about that now or never.

'It’s all fair in love and war', they say. This isn’t fair. Imagine my close friend even dated my girl. My friends told me to ask her out then. I bluntly told them she isn’t my type.Nonetheless, I won’t lie, the girl is beautiful and I liked her.

They persisted but I told them I wasn’t interested. It took me about a month to build up liver (jonathan even get liver pass me) and before I could, my close friend was already going out with her. He said I was 'dulling' and he couldn’t let the girl fall into the hands of another guy.

It took me some time before I could ask them girls out. Chei! Man suffer well. It was like I was the ugliest thing. The answer was always a big 'NO'.

After so many trials, I started getting "i will think about it" for an answer. I never eventually got a ‘yes’ from those girls who said 'they would think about it'. I wish I had a mentor back then to tell me ‘I will think about it’ means a ‘yes’.

This beautiful ordinary day while pressurizing this particular girl who has been 'thinking about it', I asked her again and she smiled. I left for home that day. I really did not feel a thing for the girl. I was just experimenting on my wooing potency. When I got home, I was about sleeping before I realized that her ‘smile’ and the ‘I will think about it’ could actually be a ‘yes’. And that was history. Now I know what a ‘yes’ looks and sounds like.

Years later, after overcoming the ‘yes’ barrier I wanted to step up my game.I succeeded in bringing the girl indoors. I have been bringing a lot of them in but I was like the 'proverbial dog on the page of a magazine that can’t bite'.So with this thought flooding my head and peer pressure influence, I decided to take it to the next level.

We were inside talking and suddenly I can’t flow with the conversation anymore -the wicked thoughts in my head. It was obvious the girl knew what was on my mind...