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Date Me! (part 3)

Written by David B on August 22, 2025. Posted in Blog.

This is Nana. I am Bernice’s husband. My wife told me about your request to want to share some of our pictures from her Facebook. I want us to remain anonymous. Sorry. I know my wife wouldn’t mind but I do. But everything happened just as she said.

For her choice of dialogue in her submission, I can only say my wife can be extra in her delivery. When Bernice is telling our story to friends and family, you don’t get to hear just one story. You get to hear two: her version and mine. Her version is always sweeter because she knows how to spice it up with a bit of drama and liveliness.

Remembering peculiar incidents like ours differently doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. My wife’s emotions sometimes color her memory but that’s one of the things I love about her. It makes listening to her fun and entertaining. A few things my wife forgot to add. When I first proposed to her that afternoon at my house, she did not give an affirmative yes. I had to find out how she felt about me asking her dad for her hand in marriage.

Her father and I bonded at their house when she was about to marry Rex. Because I was going to be driving them to the church, I was there waiting and had the opportunity to be introduced to her family. When Rex failed to show up at the Chapel, Bernice’s mother came to join us in the car, but Bernice insisted to be left alone. I left with Bernice because she asked me to drive and go as far away from the situation. I called her father to inform him of where I was taking their daughter.

Her mother and father joined us in my house that evening to check on her. I wasn’t dreading spending time together with my father-in-law because he already approved of me because I was his daughter’s favorite boss at work. He had heard a lot about me from Bernice already. I informed both of her parents about my intentions that same evening and her father was in agreement. I felt they deserved to be informed because they both raised her. My mother-in-law was a bit hesitant initially but she came on board later on, when I assured her of my love for her daughter. I am a confident man and I was honest to her. I was going to take very good care of their daughter.

Just as my wife stated, we did the traditional marriage a month after my proposal. I wasn’t given a list. We were asked to just present the dowry bride wealth so her family members could consent to the marriage. I willingly gave a huge sum of money to be shared and that was it. A day was fixed for me to come and take my bride away. We signed in court the following month and we were officially married. There was no party. There was no merrymaking.

Bernice also forgot to add that, we did not have sex for over three months after we married. What she felt for Rex was real and I didn’t know if she was going to survive without him by her side. Being stood up on her wedding day was one of the hardest things for her to come to terms with. And I understood that. So, I gave her time to process her feelings and grieve her loss. Both of which were of utmost importance as they paved the way for my wife to finally move on to write a new chapter with me.

I love Bernice so much that, I was willing to allow her to be vulnerable and give herself time and space to cry. I was not afraid to join her sometimes to let all of our emotions out and cry together. I drafted a one-year leave request to HR on her behalf, and it was forwarded to me for approval. No one at work knew we had been married for almost a year and a half.

This version plus hers should sum up our full story. Thank you, guys.

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Date Me! (Part 2)

Written by David B on August 21, 2025. Posted in Blog.

Dave, how are you doing? My husband extends his warmest greetings. We read all the comments on my story on your Facebook. Thank you, again for sharing our story.

“Date who?” I made a somber face with a dismissive wave and gaped back at him.

“Date me! I was just thinking about you for the first time in a way I have never thought of” he said

“This is weird.” I cried

“I know it’s so weird but it’s so perfect.” He laughed “Because you have been rejected by the man you love doesn’t mean you won’t find someone who loves you.”

“You love me?” I freaked out

“Yeah!” he said simply. “Sometimes I am not sure what I feel for you when I see you at work. I mean, I know you’re not crazy about me.”

“I am not!” my face started to darken as I began to cry for real – for real. I was so confused I couldn’t catch my breath. My boss then begun to tell me a story. He said he hired me because at my job interview with his panel, I told him it was my job description to set a strategic direction for his company. Apparently, what I said touched him because none of his employees had made such a forward-thinking viewpoint. They all were assuming it was his responsibility as the CEO, to be clear about his company’s strategy.

What he was saying was true though. I always have a clear outlook about the big picture vison for any organization I have worked with, while also knowing and understanding how my role helps or would help to bring about that vision. My boss stopped talking when we heard an announcement being made by the pastor that there was not going to be a wedding. Dave, it was mortifying. My boss placed the key in the ignition and turned it all the way to start the engine of the car. He pushed the clutch pedal down, and then moved the gear stick into first. We could hear the keyboardist playing music while it slowly wafted away. We sat in the car in dead silence as he drove off.

As we drove down the bumpy road to his house, he kept assuring me, “Bernice, you don’t always have to find love. Sometimes, it finds you.” I didn’t want to say anything but I had to ask what marriage meant to him. He shared how sacred his marriage to his late wife was. He described it as pure as it could be. There was no room for mistrust, manipulation or dishonesty. The energy they shared was positive and mutual enough to lift each other up. They supported and encouraged each other to the end of one.

“I don’t want much when it comes to marriage. Just care for me, Bernice, and I promise to love you. You don’t have to even love me.” he said, “You already let me be myself at work. We’re adults here: you’ve become my good friend with whom I know I can comfortably share anything about myself with.”

My former boss was my friend. He was right. I hadn’t thought of him as a friend because I usually treat every conversation with an employer like a conversation with a consular officer. I give as little information and only what they ask. Secondly, I felt it generally wasn’t the best idea to be friends with him. I have seen similar relationships in the past where colleagues built personal relationships with their employers or bosses, it made things complicated when the boss had to make very difficult decisions. Being a leader at the workplace myself, I am accountable for only results; my performance and the performances of those I supervise. I didn’t want to put myself in a situation whereby my employer’s desire to do right by me would conflict his responsibility to his job and company.

We got to his house and guess who was waiting for us in front of his gate? My ex-fiancé. He knew I could be there because we had been invited to his home, three months prior to be offered his services as our personal chauffer. He was crying. My boss lowered the car windows of my side for me to hear him out. He explained his reasons for standing me up; he wasn’t 100% sure about his true feelings for me. He was confused and didn’t know how to tell me the truth. He told me ardently that he wasn’t sure he wanted to go ahead with our relationship, six months prior. Dave, the issue is, I accidentally found the engagement ring he had bought for me in the pockets of one of his trousers when I was doing his laundry, six months prior. In fact, I thought it was all part of his proposal ‘discovery’ plan.

Unfortunately, I found out on my wedding day it wasn’t. He said he had thought about it and realized it wouldn’t be fair to me, knowing very well the mother of his unborn child also loved him. To make the long story short, he did not have the heart to explain what was going on in his life to me. My boss was so enraged, he got out of the car and walked towards him to punch him in the face. My fiancé didn’t attempt fighting back. He was just upset and he cried. He felt scared and ashamed of what he had done to me. He apologized and called his uncle and mother to gather his family to go to my family house to dissolve our traditional marriage and take their drinks back.

Dave, my anger wouldn’t even escalate as I watched and listened to him call his family. “We’ll talk later” was all I could say. Our wedding hadn’t even happened yet and I was already beat and tired of being the center of attention.

“We will talk later, Bernice.” He responded, taking me by the wrist. I could sense he was emotionally hurt. It was upsetting for me to think the one person I loved wanted to hurt me this way. I felt there was more to him than his behavior. He had been a stringer all along and I couldn’t see it. Honestly, I was never coming on too strong in our relationship. He was the one who hadn’t made up his mind about us. He was the one telling me anything that would get me to stick around without his needing to seriously commit to me. I fell for it, unfortunately for four years. But I was not going to cry about it and be wandering in my boss’s house in my pyjamas. There was no point in trying to feel or describe to him the pain I felt when reality finally sank in.

We left my ex-fiancé behind the gate and entered the house. My boss showed me my room. He helped me to get out of the wedding gown and showed me his late wife’s closet for me to select something to wear. When I joined him in the living room wearing his wife’s dress, he gawked at me for long. Wearing a dead woman’s dress in her husband’s house taught me that there is more to love than just fate. I could see he adored me in that dress.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked

“You can’t see what I am seeing?” he responded

“What do you see?” I wondered

“I don’t see the wound inflicted on you today at the Chapel by your fiancé. The scar is slightly marked on your face but it’s also a testament that wounds heal. I’m so attracted to you right now, Bernice.” He kept staring

I was surprised in that moment to realize I wasn’t actually even the least upset with his comment. I found myself oddly thankful for the worst thing that ever happened to my hopes and dreams. Because, inside that house was a living witness inspiring me not to cling on too tightly to my past memories, else, I may never heal. Dave, my boss is a man I dearly respect. Professionally speaking, he is the success I aspire to achieve in my dreams. In other words, he was the man of my dreams. So, listening to the ‘man’ of my dreams say to me, I am the woman of his dreams had to mean something. Afterall, we had been working together long enough for him to know if he really wanted to make that earnest commitment.

All of the day’s happenings flushed down the drain when he told me how much he loved me and wanted to marry me. I was in shock, to say the least. But beyond the shock, it was comical. I laughed in his face and told him how silly he sounded. I mean, he had to be kidding me, right?

“No, I am not kidding you, Bernice.” He responded

Oh, now he could read my mind too? “You mean now?” I gasped

“Not right now. You can take as much time as you need but do not forget marriage is on the table” he said.

My ex-fiancé and I hadn’t spoken in a month to one another, and I just wanted the entire chapter of our story to read itself off. He called me out of the blue to meet over lunch, under a more relaxed circumstance. I got to the location on time and he arrived late. It was supposed to be a casual meet but he came holding rose flowers and an engagement ring box. He wanted to ask me to marry him again. According to him, he realized he could not lose me even if he wanted to.

By the way, did I mention my boss had brough his family to meet my family to ask for my hand in marriage, exactly one month after proposing to me? We did the traditional marriage and signed in court. So, as at the time my ex was asking me to forgive and marry him again, I had my husband’s rings on. My ex saw my rings on my ring-finger and almost mistook it for his, till he had a second look at the 18CT Yellow/White Gold 1.00ct Diamond Ring. My husband was supposed to be waiting for me in the car but he joined us at the table. When he approached me, I swear his hug and touch was electric. I was smitten, and immediately knew I was done with my ex.

Dave, life often presents us with challenges that come dressed as openings. An example of such an opportunity is when I made the decision to quit a previous job that looked down on my contributions, to take on a lower position and role at my husband’s company. The initial compensation amount offered me was less than the money I expected, desired or previously received elsewhere. It seemed like I was failing myself but then, I worked hard enough to turn it into a doorway to a more fulfilling career. I rose through the ranks over the years to the extent that, what once seemed like an end, suddenly, looked like a fresh beginning. It was through this new job that I uncovered potentials I didn’t know I had. My initial disappoint actually was a catalyst to a whole new world of journeys yet untraveled.

Just like everyone else I’ve had those moments I doubted my decisions in love, and even wondered if I had made good to what was deserving of me. I am a good and honest woman. I am very loving and authentic. I am deserving of a man who has done the inner work to figure out who he is, what he wants, who he wants, what his purpose is, and what his needs are. I am deserving of a man who has taught himself about the good in himself. I am deserving of my husband’s love. I am deserving of my two beautiful teenage kids with him. I am deserving of every year spent with him in these past 16 years of our lives together.

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Date Me! (Part 1)

Written by David B on August 20, 2025. Posted in Blog.

16 years ago, my then fiancé left me, my family, his family, our friends and a host of invited guests waiting for him to show up on our wedding day. He did not show. Dave, I had been dreaming about my wedding day, and even the dress I would wear since before I met my him. I had pictured it in my head and even shared our big day with him. Though it was difficult to get that perfect and well-planned image into words, he loved every bit of the detail I managed to describe to him. He added his own vision of his wedding day and we realized our D-day was going to be the opposite of anxious.

We both wanted a comfortable and fun event. We agreed on something simple, budget friendly, yet romantic and beautiful beyond belief. I could practically see myself walking up the aisle in my satin ballgown with a smooth slit, a long train, buttons down the back of my wedding dress. I wore the exact gown 16 years ago to create into reality our dream. The situation for that day was beyond ugly. It was embarrassing and sad. I was in the car parked in front of the chapel with my dad, waiting for a signal to join the service.

My fiancé loved me very much and I know he also craved the same level of safety and security that being married could bring us. I remember while we waited for like forever for that damn signal, my dad shared the story of how he could not wait to settle down with my mum in marriage on their wedding day. He asked if I felt the same way about my fiancé and my answer was yes; I was not willing to wait. Neither was he.

After being in the car for what seemed like an hour, his sister came to where we had parked to inform us of her brother’s decision. He wasn’t coming. The look on her face broke me. She was my friend and couldn’t wait to officially call me her sister in love. It was brought to my attention that her brother had gotten a lady pregnant and she wasn’t going to abort nor raise the child. She wanted us to raise her child. Yes, you read right. Me and my fiancé to raise the child she was having with him. Those were her conditions, else she was going to show up in church and raise her hand when it came to the part of, ‘If anyone here has an objection, speak now or forever hold your peace’.

My dad asked what I was going to do and I told him to go inside the chapel with my friend to apologize to everyone and cancel the day. They left and I was in the car alone with the driver. The driver was my boss at work who had volunteered to be my personal chauffer. He was a widower. His wife had died the year before. “Why did you offer to be our driver today?” I asked.

“Because you have been consistent at being the direct report that sees the chaos and cleans it up at work. You fix any unexpected problem at work. I have seen you move mountains to deliver on commitments in my company. You have made me a ton of money and also pulled the entire team at work together. I see what you do for my business. This was the least I could do for you and your husband.” he answered, while smiling.

Dave, even though I couldn’t avoid being sad and literally, watching my dream of a ‘happily ever after’ crumble, that little moment with my boss became my biggest motivation to immediately sit up and try to be thankful for all things happening together for my good. I started to believe that I deserved what was better than the embarrassment of a failed wedding in front of family and friends.

“Do you know what you need right now?” my boss asked, “You need a man who has reached the age of commitment. You are a woman seriously trying to find a husband. Date me!”

Dave, I am getting ready to go join my husband in bed. I will continue with the second part of our love story tomorrow. Stay tuned!

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100% To 50%

Written by David B on August 19, 2025. Posted in Blog.

David, good morning. My husband talks a lot. And because he talks a lot, he lies a lot so that he doesn’t have to sit with himself and listen. He doesn’t realize this but he talks to distract himself from the quiet reality of what the real problem is. He is always trying to ‘fix’ me or other people’s problems but hates it when others do it to him. He did something that broke the jar of trust I used to pour in him. I tried to forgive but I couldn’t, and so I did something almost similar to what he had done and I guess he couldn’t stomach the feelings that my activities invoked within him.

Dave, do you guys for a second consider our feelings when you do shitty stuff in hiding and except us to shoulder the emotional weight of your unhealthy actions? Seriously, it got to a point in our marriage I had to tell myself to stop casting myself as the only human being who could make my husband happy. There are certain unrealistic expectations I refuse to look forward to in a man. It’s an incredible burden women ought not put on themselves. But that doesn’t mean we are a horrible couple.

My husband intentionally broke our bond and was expecting me to heal our wounded marriage. Make this make sense to me. When in reality his initial actions had nothing to do with me. I am not part of the stereotypes strongly crowning women to handle pain better than men. Dave, you guys should know that you have been dishing out hurt, disrespect, betrayals and all forms of abuse to women for centuries. You engage us and think you can do anything and get away with it? Isn’t it humbling even for you to picture the sorts of bullshit your gender is constantly, inflicting on women?

Ask a lot of the women on your platform. Many have become the punching bags of their inconsiderate husbands. They are living with so much frustration because these men are refusing to hear or listen to them when they complain about what they’re doing, or not doing, which is causing them enormous pain. Husbands who have become masters of all sorts of unbearable pain at their home; giving it – not taking it. And you know the annoying part? How you guys would twist the very pain you cause so we feel it’s our fault.

My happiness and peace of mind as a woman, and a wife is not my husband’s responsibility. But if you’re coming to me in the name of love, then your intention should be to contribute or add to my peace and not to disrupt it. Dave, no woman is perfect but the truth is that, if a woman is doing something and she realizes that it’s hurting her man, she would stop it as soon as she finds out. My husband, on the other hand needs a convincing reason to change and it needs to be more compelling than my unhappiness or misery. How wicked can a man be?

The way you speak to, and treat your wife reflects in how she behaves. I don’t know how the universe arranged it but that’s how it is. Your wife will take the form and shape that will reproduce you in ways you have probably never imagined. So, if you start from giving a 100% of you in the relationship, do not shortchange yourself later on to give a 50% because the excitement has faded on your part. Or you suddenly know what’s up because you have come into a little money. Listen, a God-fearing woman naturally is motivated to do what is right by you simply by understanding that her actions or inactions hurt you. If you continue to break her, you will have to learn the hard way – that you are married to a woman who just doesn’t care anymore if her actions hurt or offends you, so long as she gets what she wants. And, she will get what she wants.

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Veg vs Non Veg

Written by David B on August 17, 2025. Posted in Blog.

Hi David. My Jain wife is driving me nuts. She does not eat any animal flesh, be it meat, poultry or fish. She thinks healthy living only consists of fruits, nuts, vegetables, grains, seeds and pulses. Did I know all this before going ahead to marry her? Yes. I love my wife very much. The mutual love we share is the foundation of our journey. We also love God dearly, and I thought because we had that in common, we had something to build on. Now, I am beginning to doubt whether I was prepared for what I have taken on.

We’ve been married for two years and I don’t think I can continue with this vegetarian lifestyle. I really thought I could change her with time but she’s trying to turn me rather into a vegetarian. She cooks only veg at home. My understanding initially was, she was going to be preparing her veg meals while making my choice of non veg meals for me. That could have prevented any issues whatsoever. As long as we decide to respect each other’s choices and not force them into something else. But she’s not willing to cook two separate meals at home. Dave, I don’t know how to cook.

It ultimately became unbearable I started to lie to her. I would eat my pork and beef outside and I don’t know how she finds me out but she kind of figures it out. My wife will not allow me to have sex with her for about three days just to punish me. She wants me rather to adjust. Why doesn’t she want to adjust to non veg? I wish my wife ate meat and wouldn’t vomit at the sight or smell of it. It has gotten so bad that, when we have guests coming over, I have to secretly call those I know ahead of time to eat their preferred protein and be full before coming to our house to eat leaves. How can a woman in this day and age believe that pigs, goat, chicken, fish, snails etc. have a right to be free from human use? My wife is turning me into a vegetarian. Heeelppp!!!

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Playboy Almost Retired

Written by David B on August 16, 2025. Posted in Blog.

Dave, please come to my rescue. My husband portrays himself to be well-to-do. People out there think he has money but I live with this man. I know the kind of hustle enabling him to feed himself and the family, or so I thought. I am recently finding out that he has bagged a sugar momma. It wasn’t just her. My husband basically targets women who have large purses to dupe. He forces himself to give these women attention, affection and is even trying to love them, all with the intention of making them give him money so he can take care of me and the children. From the information gathered on his phone, all the ladies know he is married to me and has children.

My husband is an Elder in church. He preaches. He leads people to Christ. And is living this fake moment, sleeping with me and two other women older than him. One is a divorcee and the other is a widow. I know my husband is very handsome, attractive, vibrant, aggressive and intelligent but should a married man be doing this to his loyal wife? My husband is a big liar; broke-smart for the streets but a hypocrite to the core. What hurts me the most is the type of conversations he’s been having with his friends. They all believe finding companionship, true love and the correct synergy should go hand in hand with someone with money.

I am broken and lost in the sea of vengeance. I want to teach him a bitter lesson. In fact, Dave, I want to become a widow. It’s amazing how a lot of young women have actually done well managing their deceased husband’s wills. He is not rich but he has made some money from these women he’s taking advantage of. I believe playboys should to be permanently placed on retirement I want to take over his savings and invest into lucrative ventures. I am so angry right now I feel like projecting all the hurt and anger on him. I want to take my power from being a victim. This level of betrayal has made it impossible for me to continue to love him.

I don’t want to do what I am considering doing. I don’t feel like speaking to him either, that is why I am pouring my frustrations on you. Please help me to calm myself down so I don’t do something stupid.

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GOD Comes Through

Written by David B on August 15, 2025. Posted in Blog.

My wife usually wakes up around 2:30 AM to pray. She will quietly get up and try not to disturb my sleep. Most of the time I will hear the bedroom door gently being opened and closed when she’s heading to the living room. I am not the easiest guy to be married to, and I know my wife a lot of the time cannot deal with my anger and temperament. I am very aware of my flaws and have been trying to work on myself. I was feeling very hungry for whatever reason this specific dawn, and so I got up to go and warm leftover soup in the kitchen.

My wife had her headphones on and was seated at the dinning table, praying. I went to the kitchen, put the soup on fire, lowered the heat and returned to our bedroom to relax on the bed. I didn’t realize when or how but I had dozed off. The next thing I heard was my wife screaming and calling out my name. I woke up inhaling intense smoke coming from the hallway. Flames. Sparks gushing from the kitchen. Our house was on fire and my wife and kids had already run out, screaming for help.

I brought a baggage of insecurities into our marriage that my wife found it very difficult to address because I would always be on the defense. To the extent that I had failed to even admit I had left soup on fire and gone back to sleep. I couldn’t take the blame. By the time the fire truck arrived, our house had burnt down. We lost everything. Dave, my hands were literally on my head while I cried out. I was still barefooted walking from one edge of our compound to the other.

My daily routine suddenly had changed. I was now officially bent on worrying every day about how we were going to start all over again. I would leave our early morning quiet time feeling encouraged by the word of God explained by my wife. My wife takes the bible to its word, she ends up always boosting my confidence in God, but my mid-day, the worries had returned. Man was afraid. Man was in doubt. Man had lost hope. Man couldn’t forgive himself for being reckless. Man couldn’t tell his wife the truth about the soup he left on fire.

Fast forward to five months later. I received a phone call from an unknown number. He was a former school mate. He used to eat from my chop box. We were good friends. He had heard about my incident and wanted us to meet for lunch at his house. The moment he saw me approaching his car, he smiled. I couldn’t smile back but he kept smiling. He put his arm around my shoulder and called me by my nickname. That forced a light smile out of me.

“You look like you haven’t eaten for 30 years. Are you hungry?” he asked. I wasn’t. I just needed money and to be left alone. “You know you’re going to be fine?” he kept whispering, calmly and quietly. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. I lost everything that dawn in the fire. Everything that mattered to me. “But you didn’t lose your wife and children. Those are the important people that matter” he spoke. I got to later find out he owned a construction company and the four-bedroom house we were standing in front of was one of the properties he had built to put on the market. He waved the keys in my face, made another silly joke about my posture before handing it over to me.

“God spoke to me. He instructed me to remember you. He has been guiding my decisions. This particular prompting didn’t make sense to me. But he said he had made a promise to your wife. God says he keeps his promises. He says your wife has waited on him for long, and he has to come through for her. Welcome to your new home.”

Some jokes we know are expensive. This wasn’t one of them. Who would have thought a simple act of kindness that happened in Secondary School, 29 years ago, from Form 1 to Form 3; allowing this poor kid to be eating whatever he wanted from my chop box because I had more than enough could create a positive impact on his life. I thought I only was deriving life satisfaction and fulfilment from seeing a friend get fed and feeling thankful. My aid meant nothing to me. It was simply a small gesture but it made a difference in improving his situation. His aid towards me and my family in our time of need made a big difference in our lives. It’s good to know there are still good people left in this world who are willing to come through for others in need of their assistance.

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It’s Not Rocket Science

Written by David B on August 14, 2025. Posted in Blog.

Hey, I have a question. I am a certain guy’s serious woman. He is married but he wants to be with me. I have different men that are attracted to me, including some of his very close friends. I really like some of the guys expressing interest in me but it doesn’t mean I have got to date and sleep with them all. I want to sleep with some but not all, that’s the truth. Sexual pleasures aside, I feel like it would be nice to simply have choices and options. It’s a human thing to desire more than just one. Men can do it; women can do it.

Three guys I am currently considering have the perfect qualities that I want in my men. They’re easygoing and the right dudes to get along with. They are wonderful communicators and very masculine. I am very much the submissive and feminine type of gal and will be loyal to all the men in my life. Luckily for me, they have all proven to be my type and I want to swing them along. Let me also mention that, I am the type that wouldn’t hesitate to discard a man when something better comes along. I can go the extra mile of even having your baby and still move on to something better the next day. That is why I am particular when it comes to the type of man; he has to have the means to take care of a situation in our situation.

The guy who sees me as his serious woman isn’t someone, I truly care for to begin with. I love his ability to provide and make me feel special but I usually date more than one guy before discussing exclusivity. Most of the men who find me attractive are either married or dating. Dave, I know you’re already thinking I am being a total cunt by dating multiple men behind their backs. I don’t want them to know. Guys take offense when they realize the woman they’re sleeping with or dating is entertaining other dudes. I don’t want any one to feel like they’re just an option I am leading on for the while to later deny.

I feel like women know when they find their person. I am not talking about a crush that any man would easily know without us having to say it blatantly. The crush many of us ladies fake to draw your attention when you have the goods/little money to make us feel comfortable is not subtle when it comes to making you know that we have the hots for you. Usually, this kind of hots is not for your heart but wallet. The deeper your pocket, the crazier we make you think we have fallen for you. That is not the ‘our person’ I am referring to. This is just by the way Dave, if you must crack your medulla oblongata trying to figure out if a fine girl is into you or not, then the chances are she’s probably not. This is just a free advice to all the men who can’t seem to get the hint to move on in their search.

There are two amongst my top three guys that every chance that I get to be in their presence, I find myself glancing at. They are so appealing they force smiles out of me. I am happy to see them because one lightens me up while the other cheers me up. I am curious about their lives and why they are attracted to me. Dave, I can confidently tell you that if any of these two are the last voices I would ever hear before sleeping at night, I would be fine. I flow with their energy and vibe. They are fun to be around because I sense a strong emotional connection that precedes the obvious physical attraction.

If I go down on a friend of the guy I am seeing, will he tell his friend about us and our unusual connection?

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Being Responsible

Written by David B on August 13, 2025. Posted in Blog.

I was 23 years old and, in the university, when news got to me that both of my parents had died. The last real memory I had of them was at the morning of their funeral. Their caskets were in the center aisle. My mother looked so peaceful and rested in her casket. When I looked down at my father, his face had been positioned in an almost frown. He looked angry as always. My sister was 20 years old by then and I remember hearing her cry uncontrollably, it almost broke me to tears. I was determined not to cry and I remained strong. I had already cried enough and had no more tears left to shed.

I held myself together as the priest conducted the service till, they had been buried. My sister and I found ourselves alone for the first time after everyone had left and we were devastated. Being the oldest child, it dawned on me the challenge of being responsible for my sister’s upkeep. I hadn’t considered a day in my life where I was going to be the grown up in the room helping my younger sister through her grief, while at the same time, working through my own. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I remember closing my eyes and crying behind my confusion. Dave, it felt impossible for me to even pray because I was overwhelmed by the sorrow and despair.

I knew I and my sister desperately needed consolation from God, but we didn’t know what to say to Him. I in particular was too heartbroken to even think about the right words to pray with. What I was grateful for though, was the fact that our mother taught us early in life how to have a praying heart and soul which was turned to God. So, in a time like that, we could remember every now and then, that our actions and deeds; even in our inability to have the right words to pray, our tears and sorrows, our hurts and disappointments; our fears could all be transformed into the perfect communion and communication with God. All we had to do was cry and God understood.

The first week after their burial, I took on a responsibility, while tough, seemed the most obvious and unambiguous; I had to ensure my sister’s basic needs were tendered to. I made sure she ate, even if it meant a bite or two. I cooked, did laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, stocked the kitchen with some of her preferred foods that required little or no preparation. I became her dad all of a sudden, doing the biggest job on my own. Taking good care of a grown woman is a responsibility that does not show up on any man’s resume. I learned to pour all the love and its emotions I never knew I could give, all the support into my sister so she could become an astounding young woman.

I feel very proud of myself right now because my sister recently got married and raised a toast in my honor. She believes I challenged her preferences in men. She used to be all about looks and charm. If a man had a handsome face, an attractive physique, made enough money and could make her laugh, she would be allured to that. But 14 years after the death of our parents, she’s come to realize that an incredibly handsome man who is irresponsible and unreliable is not an attractive man. A rich man who makes promises and plans but not follow through on them is not an attractive man. Her tribute and appreciation of me was basically to say that, I was the type of man who showed up when I said I would.

I took charge when all hope seemed lost. I did not sit back and let things happen, I made things happen for us. Aside encouraging her daily to express her true feelings and emotions, I stood by her as she began to move forward from grief to, ultimately, pursuing her dreams in life. I was driven and motivated to make sure we were one step ahead each and every day and this, according to her, inspired her to be the best version of herself. She is now married to a man who also has the ability to perceive her emotional state and respond calmly to her needs. My wife is also the type of woman who knows how to manage not just her own emotions, but can discern that of my own. Thank you, David, for this platform that is allowing some of us guys to look beyond the surface and pour our hearts out.

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The Waakye Seller

Written by David B on August 12, 2025. Posted in Blog.

Good evening, David. I want to share my love story but keep me anonymous. I have been married to the same woman for 16 years. She’s the lady seated next to me on my profile picture. I have not known any other woman but her. Before I met my wife, I was always praying for the perfect woman to marry. My wife used to sell waakye for her madam. She helped her cook it and then, she would come and sell. She had set her shop in a busy area near where I used to work.

I always thought she was beautiful but never gathered the courage to tell her. I was one of her loyal customers and she knew exactly how much I was going to spend every time it reached my turn to be served. We got to that stage of knowing each other on a first name basis. She was very popular in the neighborhood because of two things; the food was good and she was pretty. Every guy wanted to buy from her. I got jealous a few times I was in line to buy waakye because she knew almost all the guys by their first names. And the kinds of cars that would park by the roadside just to buy waakye. I felt some of the men wanted to flex with their rides just to catch her attention.

I was next in queue behind a ‘big’ man she was attending to who was asking her a number of personal questions. The man was assuring he could provide nice things for her if she would agree to date him. When I heard him say that, I remembered I also dress to look good just for her. It wasn’t completely for waakye or work. All the corporate guys in the queue were saying the right things and doing the right things to catch her attention. She finished serving the ‘big’ man and for the first time she asked, ‘Kwabena, what do you want?’

She realized I was fuming with jealousy. I wondered what she meant by ‘what did I want!’ Because she had already started topping my usual order with stew, eggs, gari, wele, shito and salad; wrapped in the banana leaf. She handed my food to me, took the money and whispered, “I want to know how you feel. I want to connect with your heart. All I desire is security and trust.”

From that day, I knew I had to pursue her because she was valuable enough to catch my full attention. She saw me beyond the customer she had retained. The fact that she liked me too made me want to be the perfect man for her at all cost. My focus shifted that day on the kind of life I wanted to live, and most importantly, the kind of boyfriend and husband I wanted to be. My favorite waakye seller was an amazing woman and I had to become an amazing man in order to love her well.

I have been a man of my word in the 16 years we’ve been together in holy matrimony. Not once have I dropped a vow because a beautiful woman gave me attention and opportunity. Not once have I considered backing out on my marriage or family or commitments. When we officially decided to be exclusive, I stopped flirting with other women. I was no longer casual texting or communicating with old and new flames. I stopped my eyes from lingering and wandering.

Some of us grew up watching parents do marriage anyhow. My father did not know how to do marriage right with my mother, and because of that, could not teach me what they did not know. So, when I got married, I made a decision to love everything about my waakye seller. The sacrifices this woman has made for me and our children; even how she runs our household. Whenever she shows up for me with intimacy, I am nothing but excited and happy to be one with her. Dave, my wife knows she cannot fail with me by her side and I am always validating and appreciating the little she does for me and the children. Not once have I made her feel unattractive. She’s beautiful and sexy and she’s comfortable flaunting all her assets before me. I have no expectations about how the mother of my children should look, perform in bed or even behave. We should not be the men burdening our wives because I am not.

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