A MAN I WISH WAS MINE

A young woman, just 24 years old, with an unusual dating history. Please, before you pass judgement, take a moment to hear my story.

I encountered Festus during a job interview where he was part of the interview panel. Instantly, I was taken by his good looks and intelligence. Throughout the interview, he posed incredibly challenging questions that made me wonder if my “village people” had sent him to torment me. However, my intelligence prevailed, and I successfully aced the interview, receiving an invitation for a follow-up conversation regarding the job a few days later.

The day arrived, and I was filled with anticipation to see him again. His handsome face had me daydreaming about various scenarios involving him. As I entered the office complex, I found him at the reception, engaged in a conversation with a colleague. I greeted him, took a seat in the waiting area, and sensed his eyes on me. Yes, the message was clear; he was interested. It wasn’t surprising, as I’m a tall woman with long legs and a curvaceous figure – a real head-turner!

Our conversation during the meeting went smoothly, but I had already decided to reject their job offer in my mind. It fell short of my expectations, and the perks were not as enticing as I had hoped.

After our brief chat, he approached me and suggested we have lunch together as potential colleagues. Little did he know that might be the last time he’d see me.

Initially hesitant, I eventually agreed because he was persuasive. We dined at a nearby restaurant and engaged in a pleasant conversation, mostly about my exceptional performance during the interview and the potential of working together.

Right then, I informed him of my decision to decline the offer, and he understood my reasons. Our lunch concluded with us exchanging numbers and agreeing to meet again soon.

Over the next two weeks, we continued to chat, even though I had turned down the job offer shortly after our lunch. We discussed various topics, and during one of our conversations, I suspected he might be married and asked for confirmation.

“Are you married?”

“Yes and No” he replied, a response that should have raised red flags. However, I chose to deceive myself, thinking, “Let me hear him out first.”

I probed further, seeking clarification. He explained that he was technically married but his wife was abroad and unlikely to return anytime soon due to their differing preferences regarding their living arrangements.

I felt sorry for him and offered advice on how to navigate his situation. Our discussions grew more intimate, eventually leading to discussions about his sexual life and how he coped since his wife had left 2years prior, leaving their 5-year-old daughter in his care. He mentioned having had a previous relationship that had ended for various reasons.

We stayed in touch for a while but eventually lost each other’s contact information. Months later, I received a WhatsApp message from him. At the time, my own relationship was going through a tough period, and I confided in him. He comforted me in every possible way, including physically.

Our physical relationship escalated, and we began seeing each other almost every week, exploring each other’s bodies in various places – his office, his car, and my place. I became emotionally attached to him and felt comfortable sharing anything with him. He made time for me and was always willing to listen.

Around the fourth month of our romantic relationship, I noticed he was becoming less attentive to my needs and not as concerned about me as I was about him. One evening, I was stuck at work due to heavy rain and couldn’t leave the office. Aware of the considerable distance between my workplace and my home at the time, I called him and pleaded with him to pick me up. He gave me flimsy excuses and declined, so I had to find my own way home.

Our first major disagreement occurred when I admitted to him that I was developing feelings for him. I didn’t expect him to reciprocate or make plans for us to be together – I just needed to get it off my chest, hoping it would help me move on from these emotions. He reacted strongly, cutting off all contact with me.

I was heartbroken, unable to stop thinking about him, and constantly regretted sharing my feelings with him. Several weeks later, I reached out to him, apologizing for revealing my emotions, and we rekindled our connection. Little did I know, this marked the beginning of a tumultuous phase in my life.