One thing about me, I love my pain. I do a lot of dumb shit and then dare to act hurt and surprised.

I remember starting this year and telling myself that I would focus on myself and avoid anything that resembled creating a romantic link to the opposite sex. did I do that? not entirely.

I did focus on myself and did some big girl things, but I can’t talk about that now because if I do, what would be my content for 29 Eve. It’s basically a month to my 29th birthday. I am officially bidding my 20s adieu. a lot of people fear getting into their 30s. not me though. I cannot wait to hit 30. I don’t even know why.

so, back to my confession. I met a guy this year. yup, I most definitely didn’t my lesson from that other guy if I am willing to get close to another one again. this time, I tried to do things differently. I went with a head approach more than my emotions and I still managed to play myself. this proved my theory to avoid men at all costs because I may be inspired to create by the pain but I don’t want to live in it.

I would love to create my content from a place of joy and peace and not chaos. so, what went wrong? I met another nonchalant indecisive and inconsistent person. I really hit the jackpot this time because I experienced some form of love bombing. I have never had that experience. it was totally new.

but that isn’t the kicker, I have this insane feeling that I was a side piece but I can’t confirm it actually. But his erratic behaviour sort of tracks a scenario I have created in mind. Currently, he’s being a ghost and frankly, I hope it stays that way. When we first met, I wanted to just be his friend. take things slow and get to know him but things got murky fast but that’s water under the bridge. a week ago, we agreed to be just friends and then over the weekend, he went ballistic (okay that is an exaggeration) because I wasn’t hitting him up regularly.

Do you know the guy that got me all twisted last year? I have had so many encounters with him that just let me know that I am exactly the way I have always been. I like you, you do something, I unlike you and it goes downhill from there. I used to be so pressed about him and look at me now, literally not giving a damn a year later. this goes to show that in some weeks, I would have successfully laid this new one to rest in his grave and he will meet a version of me he never knew existed.

The title is so random and I love it. it definitely gives a false narrative. Bye…. I think this is a little rant. I can’t rant on Twitter or X because someone knows me there. I can’t do it on my other social media because again I have gotten personal with the folks. I do it here because after my blog posts, no one reaches out and that’s how I like it.

I know my girls are sick and tired of my rollercoaster love life. So am I and that’s why I would do my best to bury that part of me and just focus on securing the bag and my family. I always pick the wrong folks and I need therapy to know why I always wind up with the same guy but in a different font. When I figure out that part, I’ll be on the prowl again. For now, I’m done.

Ciao guys! Until next time!