At this point, I’m really confused. What do women really want? I thought I knew but I’m beginning to think otherwise after my last breakup. Maybe you can help me with an answer, but first, let me share my story.
I consider myself good looking, not in the 8-pack, elevated shoulders, ripped back, Vin Diesel sense (even though that’s my Vision 2020 agenda), but in the tall and lanky, good facial features sense (the lover boy starter pack). Thanks to my height, I’ve always stood out and sparked the curiosity of everyone who sees me. I’ve had little kids embarrassingly chase after me chanting ‘agoro!’ ‘agoro!!’ which means giraffe or something related to having the characteristic of a tree. How rude!
Anyway, even though that’s the negative part to my looks, there’s also the positive – the attention of the girls. That’s how I met Nnenna. (By the way, my name is Emeka.) We were both undergraduates in the University of Nsukka, and while my life was quite trouble-free and borderline boring, she lived wild and free. She was one of those girls every guy wanted to have because she was physically endowed; if she was a superhero that would be her superpower – the ability to kill bad guys with her shape. But, she didn’t care for them; she was drawn to me.
I wonder why.
In year three, she noticed I was a wuss who wasn’t going to make a move despite the green light she kept flashing my way. But, I wasn’t. I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her too, I just didn’t know if I had anything to give. I was a little richer than a church mouse and I couldn’t afford to be swayed away from my studies by woman-distractions. But, she got tired of waiting and asked me out herself (it’s a feminists world now so it doesn’t really matter who does the asking).
Like a handpicked man, I said yes with a tint of blush under my dark black cheeks. The hottest girl on campus chose me. I was made. So, I made a solemn promise to myself, like Peter and John, I didn’t have gold or silver to give, but I knew how to love and I had a heart full of it. I was going to shower her with so much love it’ll almost choke her. I didn’t know that I was setting myself up for failure.
I called Nnenna every day, sent her loving poems and even dropped by at her classes just to surprise her. Initially, she thought I was her prince charming. She told everyone that she has met the one for her because I was a lot different from the other guys she dated who didn’t give her the time of the day.
Because of this, I was propelled to do more. 3 months into our relationship, I took it up a notch and introduced her to my family. I didn’t run it by her because I felt that’s what she wanted. I mean, that’s the romantic thing to do, right?
Since there was a party at our house, that was the best time for her to meet everyone. But that was another mistake too. You see, she, like a leopard, wouldn’t lose her spots overnight. Nnenna liked bad guys through and through, and there was a ton of them in the image of my cousins at the party.
I noticed something was amiss when she lingered around Richard and his friends longer than usual. She ignored me and kept laughing and throwing her head back to reveal her cleavage at conversations that didn’t seem funny because she was the only one laughing. I didn’t want to cause a scene so I occupied myself with ensuring everyone was well fed at the party. Hours later I look around for Nnenna, but she’s gone… Richard too.
She came in for me but left with my cousin, Richard.
Calling her was futile because she kept ignoring my calls all night.
So I gathered the courage to call Richard. “Guy, how far now? You just leave you no tell anybody. Where you dey?”
“Emeka abeg no vex, I gats leave because I get work tomorrow,” he said genuinely apologetic.
Richard was a civil servant, so I understood. “No wahala, I understand. But, abeg ehn, that girl wey dey hang around you for the party, you leave with am?” I asked as my last resort to understand what’s going on.
“That one?” He sounded disgusted “My friends and I carry am go hotel go knack. Abeg where you find that kain girl? She loose die!”
I was a man, but I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my eyes. I felt stupid and used. The next day, I get a text message from her telling me that I was too good to her and she needed someone who could handle her [garbage]with a stronger emotion. Basically, she broke up with me.
So tell me, what do women want?