So the shit hit the fan… but not in the way you’d expect.

During the course of that week, we had sex a few times and hung out quite a bit. It was fun, but I was also prepared for things to end as soon as the break was over. I didn’t want a relationship with IB. I wanted things to go back to normal as soon as I was out of there.

While I was there, I cooked for him (because I had to eat), tidied his apartment (I can’t be in a messy place) and taught him how to make chicken curry (I’m not heartless, I don’t want him to starve). Ok I was just showing off. People look at me and imagine I’m spoiled and can’t do shit. He thought so too until I wowed him with groundnut soup, ogbono soup, meatpies, efo, etc. I made him enough food to last him a month.

During that week, IB was very possessive of me. He called me his wife in front of his friends, was extremely touchy feely and was very jealous if I so much as mentioned another guy’s name in front of him. Once I accidentally called him by Goofy’s name and I thought he was going to lose it… lol. I wasn’t scared of him, I knew he’d never lay a hand on me.

We got into a few arguments during that time, so I guess in his head he was thinking we were a couple or something. Idiot. The worst was when we got into an argument over homosexuality. His take on it was that it was a sin, and that “all gays should be beaten up.” He also said, and I quote, “being gay is the first sign of bad decisions that happen throughout one’s life” he also called them “disgusting” and “useless”. The look on his face as he spewed this rubbish was ugly and my level of like for him dropped to almost nothing. Please tell me that all Naija boys don’t think this way…

Seriously fellas, just cos a guy is gay doesn’t mean he wants you or finds you attractive. Just the same as I’m a straight female, but I don’t want all the men I see. You dig? Also homosexuality is not contagious.

But I digress…

Anyway, the holiday came to an end, he dropped me off at the airport and I went back to school (senior year what!!) At school, I carried on as normal. We still kept in touch but I noticed that he called less, and answered my calls less. The conversations were briefer and kinda stilted. Being me, I took it as a sign and decided to forget about him altogether. First of all, I called him out on his neglect and then I peaced. I’d disrespected myself enough by sleeping with him, I wasn’t going to let him add to it by taking me for granted. So I fashied the dude.

Some time went by, and IB pulled his head out of his butt long enough to realize that I wasn’t on his dick and wondered what was going on. He started trying to reach out to me and act like I was in love with him. I kid you not.

It came to a head one day, when he IM’d me and cracked a lame joke. I didn’t find it funny. I guess it pissed him off because he snapped at me and called my attitude “repugnant”. I laughed and asked him what the fuck it was he wanted from me. He went on to say some other stuff AND THEN HE SAID!!!! That I was only acting bitchy because I liked him and he didn’t like me. When he said this, I told him to choose his next words carefully. He then went on to berate me for not getting my pubes waxed when I knew I would be having sex with him. How dare I? I know that he can’t stand such… etc… etc.

WTF?

Update: I added another thing to my birthday wishlist. I want an HD camera and some sick photo editing software to use for my fashion blog. Any takers?

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