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Many years ago, I made a firm resolve to never shoot my shot at any man, ever again. And, as you know, I always have good reasons!
The one time I tried shooting my shot, the guy tossed it right back at me, and it hit my head. This is why I have a big head! Lol.

Time and time again, I have seen that most men do not appreciate ladies who open up to them about having feelings for them. In fact, I expect “them” in my comment section to tell me how much of a lie it is. They claim they appreciate women who are vocal about their emotions, but I can tell you from experience that it's a big fat lie.

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Besides the young man who used my shot to stone my head, there was this other cool guy who told me he was feeling me in a romantic, and mushy way. The usual uptight me let down my guard in a few weeks(which was fast). And, I can tell you right now that we barely speak. The minute I started to reciprocate his energy and showed that I was beginning to “catch feelings”, he pulled back. Just because I started to feel him small small. Smh.

Seriously though, why do you guys do that? you'd start hitting her with love bullets, she'd respond, and you suddenly "see her finish"… Proud gender!

Back to what I was writing about before I was rudely interrupted by thoughts of the other gender.

The Man Who Hit My Head With My Shot

I used to have this sweet male friend( can never be friends after breaking my heart jsyk!). We were very close. Perhaps, too close. He was the first person I spoke to in the morning and the last person I spoke to before bed.

He’d get upset if I didn’t call him before bed. He was my go-to person, and I was his. We’d hang out a few times with mutual friends. All the while, he’s staring me in the eyes, pulling out chairs for me to sit in, opening car doors, buying me gifts, praying for, and with me, going to church programs, and holding hands with me while we prayed, singing love songs on the phone with me, being all sweet and mushy, kissing my forehead right in presence of every other mutual friend(little did I know the was kissing my common sense away, and blocking my other admirers).

How? Just how was I not supposed to melt and catch feelings? Even you, who only read the sentences, were “awning” the entire time.
Boy, the innocent me was completely smitten. Even my friends said we had special chemistry (choose your friends wisely…chemistry my nice butt). Anyway, I believed them. Since I was also getting butterflies in my tummy every time I thought about him, I knew I had to shoot my shot, and I had to do it fast.

Good men are not readily available these days, but he was a good one. He was a Yoruba guy,and finding a yoruba guy who isn’t a demon is very rare(yoruba demons everywhere…phew!).

Anyway, with butterflies in my belly, and my heart doing “kikum kikum”. I looked him in the eye one day, and gave the most romantic speech I had ever in my life. Boy, was I in awe of my poetic ability. The fish(my friend) listened to me till I was done expressing myself…only to tell me that he liked me too much to date me( which kine yeye talk be that?!) (translates to “what kind of nonsense talk is that?!).

He said our relationship was too special, and it was beyond dating. It was special to him and he didn’t want to mess things up between us. He said relationships complicate things. He went on to tell me how he didn’t want a relationship with me, or anyone else because he was going for his master's program, and he needed no distraction blah blah woof woof. I stood there with my mouth agape, and all I thought about was “se this one dey whine me ni?”(Is this dude playing rn?). He said he was really sorry, and he still loved me!

Long story short, one month later, he was back in a relationship with his ex-girlfriend! Lmao, she fineeeeeee die!

Hard girl like me cried to bits. Cried because of how many wonderful men I ignored because of him. I cried because I had invested too much of my emotions to watch it go down the drain like that.

All I’m saying is that If I shoot my shot again, let my bum grow bigger and rounder! (I definitely want a bigger bum, so do your math, winks in too much smartness).

Lastly, shoot your shot at your own risk. At least I tried to help you!

Errr... Have you ever made the first move?
Did you shot enter the goalpost, or was it tossed right back at you?

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PS: I know it's a trap, but I get coconut head. I go still shoot again, make you do your worse, lol😂.