Emotional tinz: hit n runz

Sometimes, I'm amazed when Siju talks about her past experience in the hands of men. The victim of about a dozen hit and runs as at my last count (yeah I know, it's better imagined what thoughts the revelations conjure up in my head when I hear them and believe me, it's anything but funny). Well, Siju's no baby; young but older than I am but still not enough justification for a dozen relationships I must confess. There have been times I've questioned her confidence or what better word would suffice for a lady telling about her past. Whatever happened to the adage, 'don't kiss and tell'? Hmmm. Maybe she's drunk on affection and finds it safe to share with me. If I ever ended up ditching this relationship, believe me it'd be more to do with being unable to live with the scary thoughts of many waters that've passed under her bridge. So far, I've not shown any indication of winching so she probably believes I take it in good faith. It's no wonder then when she heaps praises on my maturity asking sometime if I simply am not too old for my age. Hmmm, anyone who didn't know me would think I was a baby with feeder in mouth. Anyways, guys are not lost to my consciousness in the relationship drama too. I mean, how could one be so deceitful just for the sake of getting a lady's back on ground? In a game that's to me synonymous to trying to get a cat's back to touch the ground, in this case, a mattress best fits. Okay, I'm not tryna play the Holier than thou guy. If any, I already set the records straight with Jazee with an apology 2 years after thus ending the thoughts of someday getting bathed in acid while asleep :-). Plus, she's married (happily I hope) now like the others :-). I'm just surprised the length we (you) go as guys to taste nirvana the lustful way with little consideration for the emotional effect on ladies. True, there are ladies whose asking are for such but they are not the focus here. I'm talking ladies like Siju (the victimised one she paints) who guyz have hit left, right and center using all sorts of disguise some amazingly crafty, you wondered why nothing of a fraudulent term's been coined to describe their wit. Yet, these are not the works of ghosts o. It's guyz like you o. Even in my cycle, I know a few and till date, marvel at how crafty they are at this game. I heard once how lies sell in this game of relationships. How true given my experience in the hands of a few birds. It's seemed in many a case that the truth hardly gets you a heart. I mean, if you're a lady and reading this, how sexy or romantic is a guy whose routine involves pushing pixels, coding, watching true crime docus, no cinemas, no movies, no jack : just straight up solitary confinement at the most and to probably worsen it, enjoys it all :-)? Weeeeird! When matched with a life of outtings, movies, dinners then you get a better picture. Just to cap up the following, I've been told my life belongs to the 19th century :-). Well. what matters now is that Siju doesn't send. Maybe cos she's grown tired of finding prince charming which is by far a stark contrast from her current fiancee with 3 month old hair and beards, jeans and tee shirt fashion style if it qualifies. She's mentioned how weird I am but in a sexy manner. Back to the hit and run theme, my blood 'Jamba' once mentioned an episode in which he was chatting up this girl he'd just met. They'd gone deep into the conversation when they decided to exchange contacts. When he mentioned his name, she stood dead in her track, he had to double-check if he hadn't mistakenly mentioned he was 'lucifer' by name. Rather, he wasn't crazy and had rightly introduced himself as Jamba, his birthname after a saint in the Holy Books. She said she was sorry but the name held bad memories for her given her experience in the hands of a certain dude by same name. Hmmm. Now, here's where the story gets twisted as you wondered whether it appeared any guy with the name was the same dude who'd forever inflicted this deep scar. In my view, she'd probably seen the movie 'faceoff' right after or before the sour event. Moving on, life's surely what it is and we may never be able to tell what'll become of our relationships. For some like Siju, her heartbreak got to a point where she didn't even know if there was any piece left to break until I came along. Yeah that fateful day with my signature backpack holding a Macbook behind my back, tee shirt bearing Ozzy Osborne's face and a sneaker that now sits atop my wardrobe as a souvenoir with which I traversed the FCT tryna to sell my i-yearbooks. How time flies. Her focus now is on settling down the family way with a ring and babies. The way I'd rather it be though is a baby first then the rest but she says her faith disallows it. I wonder, does her faith not disallow of the adventures I'll stop short of speaking of? Or is this faith lost in the wonders of our exploits? We may never know! In a rather twisted irony, I sometimes dream of Bayo jnr more than the moment where we're dressed in white and suits before guests. Yeah, it's crazy I know. Time to grab a drink *wink*