(Part 2) POOR ME: It Wasn’t Because i Was Beautiful

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In Part One of my story “POOR ME, I believed it was beauty that matters. But with all my beauty and home skills of treating a man, i still watch them break my heart and leave over and over again.

little this I know all these men coming my way were either married and lied about it or were in serious relationships and lied about it.

One way or the other, I found out every single man that showed interest in me, lied about something to get to me. It was not about the soft smooth skin, nor was it about the outstanding body curves, poor me. That was just the beginning in identifying myself. The Quest to self-identification.

So I decided to say no to all men and stay single because Love and I don’t get along. Well, this was, until I went for lunch one day and was in the beauty of another woman, the waitress. She was a personified beautified.

Lost in Her Beauty

I couldn’t hear what she was saying because I got lost admiring her beauty. I couldn’t stop gazing at her hair, her hairy skin and her cute voice not forgetting her dimple. She had dark skin with a slim and slender body shape. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her.

What the hell is wrong with me, let me just be friends with her I told myself. I handed her my business card after I tipped her after my lunch and went ahead with my daily routine.

We Surprisingly Met Again

That evening, I passed by the beach to clear my head and think of ways I could expand my business. I sat in the sand and watched the sea with a glass of wine. As I listened to the sound of the waves, I was lost in deep thoughts.

I heard my name only to realize the lady I met at the restaurant was standing in front of me. Did she follow me here, was the first question that came to mind.  How did she know my name?  Forgetting I had given her my business card earlier in the day.

Are you ok, she asked? A lot of questions were going on in my mind. She sat right beside me. She mentioned seeing me seated alone and decided to join me. We got to know each other after a lengthy chat, we seemed to have a lot in common.

We didn’t realize time was far spent and it was extremely late. You are too drunk to drive she said, let’s book a room in here and leave when day breaks. I agreed without hesitation. We booked a room together, how can I possibly go stay in a room with someone I just met. Anyway, she doesn’t look harmful.

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
Poor Me, What Have I Done

I fell asleep the moment we entered the room, I guess I was too drunk. I had a dream, or so I thought in my sleep. We kissed and caressed our bodies until I couldn’t control myself.

I heard something vibrate within me and truth be told, I enjoyed myself.  It was nothing compared to all the men I had been with. The last I could remember was the feeling of warm liquid flowing in between my legs, I don’t remember what happened next.

I woke up the following day with a headache, the aftereffect of too much wine I guess, I said to myself as I gazed at the beautiful sunrise from the hotel window.  It was at this point I realized we were both naked in bed with her arms wrapped around me.

What happened?  Wait, it wasn’t a dream? What have I gotten myself into?


(Part 1) POOR ME: It Wasn’t Because i Was Beautiful

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