I have never been the kind of lady who sympathizes with men but on this occasion, I had to climb down my feminist pedestal and feel sorryfor a brother. He had exhausted all the ‘mistaris’ trying to convince the beauty to go and spend the night inhis room. She was a beautiful one by all means. She was in a small white dress with red heels. Half of her brown thighs were showing and the bright light made things look much more inviting, to the guyof course! One could almost smell the lust in the air as the guy would occasionally try to reach the girl’s waist (or bum?) much to her annoyance. They must have been from town as she was carrying a well loaded Tusky’s shopping bag. From the look of things, a brother had dented his HELB balance to please her. She was worth every penny though- every woman is.At this point the guy must have ran out of all avenues to get the sister give it up to him. He must have surrendered to the heavens but they only seemed to respond with more down pour; seemingly weeping on his behalf or perhaps buying more time for him to get a bit creative. He didn’t because she always had a counter argument to everything he had to say. Trust smart women to eat their cake and have it at the same time. I am hopeless romantic, the guy seemed to worship at the altar of hopeless romance too, hence my bias towards him in the unfolding drama.The Alchemist’s assertion that “if you want something so badly, the entire universe will conspire and give it to you” was being put to its very own test. I have never seen a man want a woman sooo badly! He was on the verge of desperation and you know how unsightly things can get when a guy is desperate. Thank goodness he did not cry or kneel! For us women, we could always excuse desperation with ‘love’ or even good old drama queen syndrome but for a man, ah ah, Nimekataa!No matter how bad things are, a man has to put himself together and remain a man for heavens’ sake! Get creative or even plain rude and salvage your image as a man. Tell her she is not your type after all (ok, not creative) or tell herthat her cheeks sag (haha! Don’t trythis at home)! For sanity’s sake, please don’t take away anything you had bought her when she declines you. Just walk away the minute she plays hard ball and trust me, she will come running after you in a matter of weeks, we always do. Nothing intrigues us more than a guy who is not keen on chasing after us. We cherish theattention and suspense that comes with being chased; we always look forward to the next card that will be pulled and given this kind of excitement, most of us wouldn’t mind being chased by the same guy for ages without giving in! At least until the biological clock begins to click loud enough for us to hear. Ever wondered why ladies tend to fall for players so hard? Well, they are bad for our self esteem and to prove that we still have it, we have to do the chasing! Corny as it may sound, it is true; sorry for busting your bubble girls! No woman wants to live with the thought that she failed to make a certain man weak.I didn’t get to know how things ended as I left before the rain had completely stopped as it was getting late. On my way I couldn’t help but sympathize with the guy. He must have sent his roommate to exile and tidied up his place in anticipation for the night. He must have spent an arm and leg shopping for the lady in order to please her but what did he get in return? brokenness the next few weeks or so and a crushed ego (or heart?!) I imagined him spending the cold night alone or maybe going to spend it with that one girl who has always been eager to be his girlfriend but whom he has friend-zoned for obvious reasons. Icould imagine him making up stories to his friends the next day about how interesting the night hadbeen with his princess. Or maybe, just maybe, the universe had conspired after all and given him the woman of his dreams for the night and sooner or later I shall getan invite for their wedding! That is officially on my wish list, he really should get her. I know a man with love when I see one, and he truly was.I do not know either of them and have never seen them again since then but every night as I lie down and do my night time prayers, I always pray that the couple will happen someday. Perhaps I am just engaging myself with what does not even remotely concern me but to all hopeless romantics out there, let us hold on to love andkeep praying for each other; someday we shall all live happily ever after! Can I get an Amen please, anyone?! And oh, ladies, he was not the tall, dark and handsome type…too bad.
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