February is called a Month of Love, romantic love. So for
this month I decided to take time to find out what men wanted in a woman, to
make sure I got THE I interviewed two of my close guy friend on what
makes them interested in women and what makes them want to run. As though they rehearsed
it, they both said they hated it is a girl came on too strong. One said it
scared him, it makes him wonder what she’s hiding and that he likes it if a
girl makes him work to get her. The other admitted that even if the girl likes
him, it’s nice to think that he liked her first and that it was his idea or pursuit
that got them together. Long story short, guys like girls who aren't that into
them, at least pretend you’re not. Basically desperate is not sexy.
On Valentine’s Day we had a talk with some young people on relationships. While we were talking
one guy asked, why are girls so desperate? For a minute I was offended. But eventually
I admitted to myself that somehow it was true.
He further said, even the smartest girls act stupid when they fall for a
guy, and they seem to fall for the worst of guys or worse, guys who are not
interested. Those really got me thinking about the truth of it, and wondered
why it is so. Firstly I did not get the answer to that question and I am open
to hear what you ladies think. If guys want us to play hard-to-get, and we know
it well, why do we always find ourselves chasing. Why are we so afraid to just
sit back and let him chase us or better yet find us? It seems we forget that we
are the good thing. Why do we keep treating men like they are the price when we
are, when the Bible in Proverbs 18:22 clearly says they obtain favour from God
because they have us?
My heart really cries out for millions of girls around the
world who have not found this truth or have found it but are unable to live it because
they have been taught wrong for all their lives that they can’t imagine
themselves as worth anything. If God treasures us so much… why don’t we? I want to help, so one way i thought i could is wirk on the bird-eye-view approach. I hope that if a smart girl takes a bird eye view of her mistakes,
she will get perspective and make better decisions. I thought I’d take a chance
at humour and wrote
this prose, as extreme and exaggerated
as it is, I hope some ladies would see themselves in it and in doing
that, they would be able to make more rational decision when it comes to love,
for the rest, I hope it makes you laugh or at least smile.
Obsessed
Chasing after him hoping he’d CATCH ME
Throwing myself at him, why won’t he CATCH ME?
Telling my girls I’m too much of a lady to chase
But my huffing is telling, exposing that is not the case.
Holding on to flowers I wish he bought, he loves me, he
loves me NOT.
He must CATCH ME, maybe it’s my skin tone, pass the
makeup, and let me adjust my face.
Because I know that my figure in right, my weave is tight
and I got legs for days…
Heard he likes the colour blue, I wore that from top to shoe, took up sports just for you.
Running, tripping, scraping my knee, I’m hurting, but I can’t give up the chase
If he catches another I protest because I believe he’s mine all I need is one gaze.
Still obsessed
Passive aggressive if I push any harder I could lose my
swagger
Stay calm girl, you’ll see, he will eventually
acknowledge that you’re the treasure
Call HER names, hate HER guts, SHE stole what I was mine,
what does he see in HER.
Imagine the pain I felt when I saw that invite in my face,
left me with a bitter taste
Said you were “in-love”
and SHE you will wed?
I made up mind to be at the ceremony, my objective: to object.
Ten ways to break that ‘ish up is my project
Mission: Divide and concur his heart.
That can’t Be hard. besides Its HER fault He can not CATCH ME.
Don’t call me obsessed
Rounded up my crew, where my girls at.
My reasonable friends say I should forget him I’m insane?
Insane? No, Insane is he does not feel the same
After some real talk with my girls and I’m glad they
came.
Questioning the origin of this mess, laying on my bed crying,
realizing
how my life I was
wasting and that to myself I was lying
The obsession with this man was so unlike me, He never
loved me
And Though I gave a good case, I guess he didn't CATCH ME.
