E ma gbà mí keh, my Rantz family, abeg make una advise me. So one evening like that, I was just walking on my own when one guy parked beside me and asked for my number. I gave him. He started chatting me up but wasn’t consistent at all. He’d reply like every two working days as if he was doing me a favor. When I noticed it, I stopped replying instantly too. Then one day, he texted again, asking if I still wanted to talk to him or not. Out of annoyance, I told him straight up that I don’t deal with inconsistent people. You can’t be replying me when you like and expect me to be giving you face. We eventually agreed to meet up yesterday night. That’s when I noticed something about him: this guy is proud! He started bragging about how he’s driven like 5 cars in his life. I didn’t even ask or care. When I was leaving, he said he’d text me when he got home. He didn’t, and I didn’t text either. This morning now, I saw his text: “Not even a ‘are you home now?’ text, nah so una dey do?” In my mind, I was like, is it me you’re trying to guilt trip because you claim you have money or cars?
Then this evening again, he said that he didn’t like the smell of my perfume, that it’s “chocky” and seems harsh for his eyes. Perfume that I’ve been using since January that people compliment every time. He was now like “no offense o, don’t overthink it, it’s just what I observed.” Then he’s still trying to invite me to his house on top everything. I’m really pissed right now. I don’t know what he takes me for.
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