• Mind of a boyfriend

    About the time I was a ‘Main’

    Main. The driver’s seat , the ultimate role. This is not a drill, this is the build up we were preparing for. First things first, let me send a shout out to the woman who made me a main ( without a side, for as long as that lasted). She was the sweetest thing ever. Okay, back to the narrative. This is post that separates men from boys, grades them into the “boyfriend” and ultimately “hus-kings” to their Empresses.  *** Main refers to boyfriend or girlfriend based on Titles. These are the things they don’t tell you about. These are the things I found out on my own, like I…

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    Oh Glorious Situationship !

    You think you’re in a relationship ? Everything is there, the attention, the sparks and the butterflies but it all seems like you’re a continuous one night stand. Friends with endless benefits. Chances are you’re in a relationship, alone. That uncertainty, that grey area is a situationship .These are signs that you’re in a situationship : *** I. No titles ! On the previous post we talked about titles and their implications. If there is no title there is no relationship. Thought: Are you the boyfriend? Are you the Girlfriend? How do you know you’re the Main ? If you’re unsure of any of those answers, you’re probably in a…

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    Titles

    We live in a fast paced world where words mean nothing if they are not directed to us and could potentially shutter our world if they are. Titles, simple words that denote references and define nature of things. Nouns with role allocations. We defined what a boyfriend is and the answers were subjective and biased which made them specific to the person defining. This time we are going objective for the purpose of clarity and authenticity of our unfiltered views. Titles validate the type of relationship .Today we define everyday titles that drive the types of relationships we are in : *** 1. Girlfriend | noun ( aka Main chick/…

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    Dedications to Her

    Music is a language only the soul can fully understand. Everyone is connected by waves of sounds, it’s how we communicate. Kick everything old school or hit those new school vibes that feel like they belong in the 90s. Create a timeless playlist and update it once in a while. Speak to her through the songs that will make her teeth want to bite you. There’s nothing more profound than sharing music, it’s the language that talks when everything else has been spoken. It could be prophetic and suggestive, the power it has can turn a sorry to forgiveness, a no to how about lunch later. Whatever the case may…

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    One last pain story

    “Leave !, “No, wait stay longer!“ “You’ve had enough !, Jesus did not die for you to drown in relationship induced traumas!“ …. Shut Up !, I yelled in the deafening silence. I was alone. The echo bounced back and the wrath kicked in. So much pain. I watched the shower cough up the cold water that was about to deliver my much awaited torment. I sat there in agony. The parts of me that hurt were out of reach, the heart was functioning fine but I could feel the holes that were re opened. My mind knew i was just being a wimp but the voices couldnt let me…

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    Just an Option

    “Love. Pain. Stupidity. Perfect trio. Everything that comes in threes is true and if it rhymes it’s gospel. *** ” Here is my gospel to you. An epistle written in tears and smiles. To get to you I had to beat all odds just to crack the code to your heart. A destiny hack because I never pictured you in my world but here you are rocking every bit of it.A tornado of affection. Through the pain, I learnt patience, I learnt tolerance and I learnt how to play candy crush. The wages of love are wounds apparently as I am constantly reminded by my stupid little mind… But here…

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    Politically incorrect

    0024. A heavy knock on the door. Drinking hours were over I figured. It was the fourth day staying up just to open the door and have my exquisitely prepared food flung at my face. How did I end up with this monster? I’m good looking, have a decent amount of humor and I make enough to support myself and a pet. Preferably a cat or rabbit because dogs eat more and those things are high maintenance. I watched this blob of mine drag its legs into the house, its legs clinging tightly to the ground. Holding that much alcohol was a skill I was yet to perfect myself. I…

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    Pieces of me – The heart I broke

    Her stiletto nails sank deep in my skin. The adrenaline rush raced my Ego and my ID lost the battle to a blind super ego. The psychology of love had won. The score 6- 9, the claws of pleasure had me. I was suffocating in her dripping affection. Her cherry red lips ,as succulent as cacti, thorns included. Her love was my poison, the death was worth every dying second. The more I gave in, the faster my logic eroded . There’s no common sense in love, just strategic stupidity. She drew me in and kissed my neck, and like a vampire she left her mark. An emotional tattoo. She…

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