Mr. Don’t Lie to me

So this story, this story is the story I’m most ashamed to share. It’s a bit of a confession too but the person that owns the confession won’t read it anyway, because he doesn’t read anything I write. That’s good…? I met Emeka online, on a dating app. One of the question prompts on my

Drinks and back home.

*Contains sexual/adult content. At the start of the evening, I hadn’t anticipated it ending this way. How could I have? I had expected to go out, have a few drinks, say a few Heys and be on my way, but no. I had gone out quite alright, I’d had the drinks, I’d said the Heys

My Heartbreak

Men are wicked. There is no other way that I can think to describe what is happening between me and this young man other than his being wicked. There’s also the fact that I’m being stupid, stupid in love but I love love. I love being in love, I love being loved, I love seeing

Mr Not Too Much

I actually liked this one. He broke my heart even. He broke my heart and hurt my pride. I met this Mr. on an online dating platform. He saw my bio and responded to it and so we hit it off. I wasn’t going to match with him except that my friends were looking over

Mr. “Oh That.”

The next time he called me I asked him why he didn’t tell me and he said, “Oh that.”