I met this guy at Buchi's house party.. He told me things. Things about me .. he analysed me. Perfectly.. He told me things I wanted to hear He told me I was emotional.. He told me no one got me He told me I was shy He told me I wasn’t a whore He told me I was just misunderstood.. He told me I had a heart and I wasn’t as cold as people say So I smiled and fucked him you see. And then I stood up, picked up my purse and left the party I was bored. Buchi's present forgotten and still in my purse.
Claim: Originally written by Nigerian Fiction member 101 - Pam (Pamela) Nigerian Fiction title 143