Not my portion
live in the 6th street and right behind my house is a white beautiful house,
guess the owner got the design from Austria because it looked like one of those
castles one see in the magazine about Austria. Anyway, the owner a young man in
his 30(s), always alone, have it all and drives around on the latest models of
different exotic cars you can imagine, i love his Convertible Rolls Royce. I
watched him for couple of months and began to imagine why a guy like him has no
girl, it was either him and a particular set of men or alone. My enthusiasm for
him grew with the passing of days. In fact i got to know his name through his
gardener. Joe is not the type who goes to the farm every Friday to have a
prosperous Saturday. He was made and every woman will yearn to be around him so
i am not different.
My crush was killing me,I dream of us in the beach,holding hands and kissing each other “how do i get this guy to notice me”? I was in fact on the verge of toasting him myself then one day, like heaven knew my plight, because at this point, my heart will break should i see any woman around him, it was a deadly passion, a crush i could no longer control and i have become obsessed about him. I was standing right behind my windows watching his compound, everywhere inside there was a bit dark so i thought that i missed him going out that day but all of a sudden, a light in one of the rooms was turned on, i could see the inside of the room from my own room, wow! It was Joe, he just got out of the bathroom with towel wrapped around his waist displaying his nearly six-pack. I could not hold my emotions, “This guy is handsome even when he is wet” was all that i could imagine.
I watched him as he dropped the towel and dried his skin but after a minute or so, i decided that it’s no fun just watching, i wanted him to know that he is been watched and didn’t care how he will react, i believed that he will like it even if he was a Catholic priest. I needed his attention so i began to whistle soon enough we were given each other a free strip show, he later waved at me to come downstairs. We met right in front of his gate, it was all smiles
“You are a naughty girl” he said
was how we began seeing each other. Mission accomplished, i have gotten my
heart desire so i dumped David my so called boy friend who can’t even call me
and last two minutes without complaining of less units in his phone.
The problem with Joe was his dread locks and it pissed me off but i later made him cut it off, Joe showed me that he was caring and he proved it with his actions, it is nearly two months since we began seeing each other and he has showered me with lots of gifts. Joe liked sex so much and it doesn’t bother him if i was in the right mood, all he wants is to dig in and out and this is something about him that always pissed me off.
“You don’t care about my feelings” I will always tell him
He always have his already made answer “What about mine too” he replies.
One night he had me run back to my house, thanks to God my house was just behind, after nine times, he still wanted some more and was pressing me like i was a toy, i told him that i was not in the right mood but he wouldn’t listen so we began to argue and he tried to hit me .
He didn’t find it funny that i left, he called me several times but i didn’t want to speak with him, he didn’t behave like a gentle man though i knew that he had problems with his temper but i am a lady and knows when to say NO. Maybe he took me for a hawker because he sometimes talked to me like i mean nothing to him, one cannot predict Joe and that is just another problem, i can’t say what is in his mind and hardly can you read anything in his face, probably, he would have made it bigger in Hollywood.
He didn’t call me again after that night and i decided not to call him either, i knew i wanted to see him but i chose to remain silent with the feeling that he will come looking for me but three days passed and no sign of Joe, i saw him that morning driving out so i gave him a call but his cell was off, i went that evening to simply apologize because i was missing him, honestly one might think that it was all about money but it wasn’t ,i loved Joe and fell in love with him. Who doesn’t like a good thing either and for a guy like him, he was a good thing to every reasonable single lady. Joe is my portion and i won’t let this problem escalate.
“Why didn’t you call me before coming” was what he yelled when he saw me in his compound and i needed no one to tell me that he was furious, i tried to calm him down but he began shouting at me and calling me names, he even called me a prostitute and it pissed me off so i began to yell at him too, perhaps that was where i made the mistake of my life, i would have left when he asked me to leave his compound.
He threatened to hit me and i asked him to do it then face the consequences.
Did he listen to my orders to go on and hit me?
won’t believe what this punk ass did to me, he threw punches on me like i was a
man and all i was seeing was the images of Mohamed Ali and hot red stars were
flying out from my vision, no one showed me the emergency exit and for two
weeks, tears were still dropping from my swollen eyes, how can i tell someone
this? I carried my cross alone and made up my mind never to ever see him again.
Sure, we single girls loves good things and good time, a made man turns most of us on because who wants to lack the good things life can offer and a guy with the money to spend is worth dating but my own love for Joe faded at his first punch on me, i began to hate him, so all the flashy things about him faded away and if he come begging naked and with bended knees, Heaven knows that i will never forgive him. I gave him a name TV head because he has a big head.