The girl I am seeing is seeing another man. That is as simple as I can put it. But of course she is not going to admit that, and in fact, she insists that I am imagining things. Maybe I am, but because I am a guy, I can tell when a predator approaches – especially a richer, older predator.
This guy is not here for friendship, but a more sinister purpose. I know, because of two reasons; she is too hot for a man to ‘just want to be friends’, but even more importantly, I have been there, done that. I know how this story ends.
About two years ago, a friend introduced me to this girl, accidentally.
He hadn’t planned for me to be with him when he met this girl, but there I was and when I saw her, I knew immediately why he had been trying to dodge seeing me all afternoon. He wanted to meet the girl alone. I didn’t blame him. She was a very nice-looking girl, by all standards. But there I was, and he had to act civil and introduce me. That’s all I needed.
It took me three weeks to hunt her down to “get to know her better”. All I had to work with was her first name. But pretty girls are a rare commodity, so it was a matter of time before I found someone who knew Samantha – that was her name. When I found her, I used the age-old tactic of being friends. There was no way I could tell her my intentions upfront since I was a friend to her new boyfriend. He still is my friend, although it’s now a year since we talked.
So in the spirit of being friends, I found excuses to spend a lot of time with Samantha, most of the time just the two of us. You know how it goes with such things; it’s only a matter of time before things start developing between a guy and a girl who spend a lot of time together. I don’t know about her, but I was “developing” feelings for her, and I was soo “ashamed of myself since she was happily dating”.
Predictably, she told me there was nothing to be ashamed of, it was natural, and she recommended a host of things I should do to curb these feelings. But things only got worse, until eventually when I told her I could not see her anymore. She agreed, as predicted, again. Girls are very predictible. Two weeks down the road, she called, to check on me, so she said. But truth is that she was missing me.
I took her to my favourite spot; a very cozy restaurant in the hills for lunch. After cold glasses of juice, I looked her in the eyes and told her I didn’t care about the consequences. I was in “love”. I reached across the table and kissed her. She didn’t move. She stared at me wide-eyed, beautiful like an angel and it was some time before she said “Excuse me”, and left for the ladies.
I had played my part, it was all up to her now. I didn’t really care about the outcome, I didn’t love the girl. She was simply too hot for me to just let her go.
A few minutes later, she returned and asked that we give it a try. She dumped our friend two weeks later, because he was too “possessive”. Too bad I had to do that to him.
A year later, I found someone even hotter. So when I tell you that the girl I am seeing is seeing another man, I know what I am talking about.