The Stalker

I had a day. You know one of those days that you’re at your wits end; you can explode at the least provocation so all you wanted to do was get home, curl into bed, sleep and forget.

The drive home, fortunately was smooth, otherwise, all the drivers on the way would have experienced my representation of road rage. As I drove in and shut the gate, I heard a knock at the gate. Who would be knocking at this late hour I remembered thinking. The dog was having a field day barking away and that was contributing to the pounding in my head.

I looked through the peephole and lo and behold it was Prince Charming. I prayed for strength.

He knocked and knocked but I refused to open. I was honestly terrified. “How did he find out where I lived”? I was home alone; as the continued to knock I began to imagine some horrible scenarios where I’m gutted and the last words I’ll ever hear would be ‘If I don’t have you, no one else will”.

When all became silent, I cautiously opened the gate and confirmed he had left. Relief.

Then the calls began.

I finally picked.
“Why didn’t you open the gate? You saw me coming towards you and you closed the gate on my face.” “I’m only trying to be nice to you. Why won’t you let me in?” According to him, he waited for me and finally spotted me driving in, so he came to say ‘hi’.

He went on to emphasize that he brought some shoes for me to select. This was his way of telling me to take him seriously – I am capable.

I let him have it. There were no restraints in my voice or choice of words neither was I civilized. At the end of my speech which was a combination of insults and name calling, this stalking was definitely at its end. No self respecting guy would take accept being called desperate or compared to a woman.

After my tirade, he said he was only trying to tell me he’d bought me a pair of shoes and wanted to be sure they’d fit since he wasn’t sure what my size was. He later sent the pictures of the shoes and apologized for stalking.

When I opened the picture, they looked horrible.
I called to confirm the worst and yes , they were Okirika.

It was finally over.

What Part of NO Don’t You Understand

I said no, I moved on and thought that was the end of it. Boy was I wrong.

Apparently when I said ‘No’ he heard ‘Give me time to think’.

My mind was further made up when on my way home he emphasized his jealous and possessive streak in his relationships. He was a go getter, focused and committed. If I were smarter, I could have read between the lines but I brushed it off.

Yesterday, I had 10 missed calls from Prince Charming. Yes 10, between the hours of 8am – 10am. Another 10 missed calls between the hours of 9pm and 10pm.

I finally picked at 10pm.

My ears were bombarded with a 5 minutes nonstop tirade.

“Why didn’t you pick my calls?”
“Why haven’t I heard from you?”
“Don’t you care about me? I have made my intentions known.”
“I’m old enough to marry and I want to marry you. Why are you not taking me seriously?”
“Is it because I don’t have money?”
‘Are you one of those girls that lead a guy on for a long time only to tell him later you don’t want a relationship?”
“Don’t you like me?”
“Your old enough to settle down so why are you playing games?”

It was all I could do to control myself. I have been practicing anger management and I was close to exploding when I thought, ‘he’s not worth it’.

"Hey Prince Charming, I don’t think you heard me the last time. I am not interested. I don’t think there’s a language barrier here. I don’t want to have a relationship with you and I don’t want to know you better. Leave me alone." Hope he gets it this time.

Help me out people, how else can a girl say NO?

The Wooing

It was a late Friday evening. The shops were closing for the day and I was rushing to make it to the last store down the street that still had lights on. I was in luck as I barely made it and walked away smiling carrying my dinner and breakfast.

Unbeknownst to me, I was being followed.

In the movies, the guy follows the girl home and tries to get her number. This is always the first step in wooing. It was late and in a hurry so I obliged.

Let the games begin.

2 days after the nighttime encounter, we had our first sighting. He looked ok. Except for the bloodshot eyes, smokers lips and a few bad teeth (me and bad toothed men *rolling my eyes*), I decided there wasn’t any need to seat too close to the exits – we just might have a nice evening out after all.

I wish I had sat close to an exit. I could have feigned going to the bathroom and disappeared. It was like staring in a very bad Nollywood movie, the type I would break the disc and flush the remains in the toilet. Thank God it was dark; I rolled my eyes so many times I thought my eyes would roll out of their sockets.

Within minutes of landing in our seats, my ears were ringing. I knew his life story, his parents’ names, why and how he lost his job, his age, his desire to get married, and his failed relationships (all within the same street!). I ordered a Chapman and hurriedly downed the drink so I could hasten up the entire evening.

His ramblings finally landed on Amaka, his love that got away; the poor dude couldn’t wrap his head around what went wrong. Being the love doctor that I am, I devoted my time to discussing his love interest all in a bid to get the evening over and done with.

Then out of nowhere he says ‘So, what do you think? I want us to have a serious relationship leading to marriage’. Say what? Yes, I was taken aback cos barely seconds ago I was consoling the poor chap about the love of his life and now this!

If you were the last man on earth I would still say HELL NO, my evil twin screamed inside me, but I offered a polite smile, said no.

I was finally free. I was blunt enough to express myself politely and clearly and I was really proud of the fact that my alter ego remained locked up. In the real world, No means No. apparently Prince Charming had a totally different idea of the word NO.

And so it began.

The Haunting - Introduction

Ladies are suckers for the fairytale. A man to sweep them off their feet, dote on them, be attentive and available to them whenever they need. To find such a man, in a woman’s world, is to have struck gold. And for as many who get to experience the fairytale romance, they get to die happy and fulfilled women.

Yes, we all want that fairytale. I caution though, be careful what you wish for.

I love the great romances. The classic and modern love stories. The moment when the boy and girl meet and you just know that this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship. *deep sigh*.

Life in the movies and real life are very much opposites, but a girl can dream. I sometimes dream of meeting Mr. Right and just knowing that this was my Prince Charming, we would look into each other’s eyes and just know we were meant to be together forever. Yes, I’m a romantic at heart, but a cynic in reality. It’s all make-believe created to sell movies.

I just realized that some guys share the fairytale, love you forever dream. Who would have thought?

So it was just my dumb luck that I had the misfortune of meeting my very own Prince Charming. One of them die-harders who have watched one too many romantic movies that ends with the guy getting the girl after being persistent. The patient dog doesn’t always get to eat anything; it often dies from starvation – that’s the imagery in my mind.

Within the next couple of days I’ll share my experience of being ‘haunted’ by my rejected Prince Charment.

Enjoy.