I can’t be a home wrecker and never will I be!
This guy is married and he wants to date me.
The story is simple. We were schoolmates. We casually knew each other, not until we joined the same review class for we were sort of introduced. I paid respect to him by calling him “Sir”. Nothing unusual then, not until I wore a jacket to the review class. He seemed to have a different look at me. We talked and he asked me quite a few things. Since I repeatedly called him “Sir” he again told me to just call him by his first name. That’s odd! He is older than me.. he’s an engineer and all my other friends don’t call him by his first name. A bit suspicious.. I insisted I call him “Kuya ___”, to which he objected but later on didn’t bother at all. So I shook off any bit of inkling I initially had.
On that same day, I was too tired and bored to finish the review class, so I wanted to sneak out. He volunteered to carry my bag for me. The plot was this, I leave the room, carrying nothing, and then he will follow with all my things hidden in his jacket (am not sure if he was wearing a jacket then...) So I successfully left the review class without the lecturer knowing. There were times when he’d treat me for snacks during breaks in our review class. . He did the same thing to his other friends too, I guess.
One weekend, we travelled together back to another city. We boarded the same taxi bound for the terminal. He paid the taxi for both of us. He also paid the fare of the bus for me. I told him I could very well pay for the fare but he insisted. He really seemed like a “Kuya” so I had no suspicion. We talked in the bus about his life but more on his children. We arrived safely and parted ways.
Let’s fast forward this story ... shall we? Let’s get to the meat of this nonsense narration..hehehe.
Last month, he texted me as he was going somewhere. He asked if I have plans of going there too. I said yes but not this time. He said he was going so why not I go too.. I politely responded, it’s not yet time for me to go, besides my finances ain’t enough yet as I am jobless.. To my surprise he said, he would pay the one way fare. Shiver me timbers! Santa Claus came by early! Shocked, I said, no thanks. Going on a trip with a married man is definitely not my cup of tea. Heaven forbids!
Let’s hit the forward button again...
This Valentine ’s Day he greeted me but the word “dear” was added in his message.
I said something like : “please don’t even joke about calling me “dear” because you are married.. what if someone reads your message.. "
to which he responded :“it’s just gonna be the two of us who will know”.
Then he said he wanted to date me this Valentine ’s Day! Things couldn’t be clearer now.Holy. cow! This man is out of his head! Whether his intentions were pure or not, I don’t care. The point is, it’s not right for him to ask me that!
Okay so I said something like: “Sorry, I’m taken”
He said: “So you have a boyfriend”... “Just don’t tell him”
And then he made a last-ditch for the night saying: “Come on, let’s go on a date!”
On Valentine’s Day itself, he asked me out again. I rejected the indecent offer.
After Valentine’s Day he texted me asking if I was still in ______. I said yes, and he said he wanted to date me.
I blatantly said "no .. adding, it’s not right.. what if your wife knows this.. blah blah blah.."
He responded, “she (wife) won’t know am with a beautiful lady”.
I said: "Stop it! I’m taken. Bye.."
This guy is like loose cannon. But I won’t fall in the kind of trench he has prepared. I’m not a home wrecker. Just the thought of dating a married guy is drowning my sanity! .I have no feelings for him! He is married! I’m taken! Let sleeping dogs lie.
I used to see a good man in him. But now I see a treacherous tongue and traitor heart! Worst I see a cheating husband, who sends sweet words to other women and goes home to his wife as if nothing happens. Am glad am not a headless chick that jumps into just about anything. I still have my morals intact. I will not go into a slippery slope like this and entangle myself with a married man, not even in my last hurrah, not even in my death bed. He better sling his hook!
The story is simple. We were schoolmates. We casually knew each other, not until we joined the same review class for we were sort of introduced. I paid respect to him by calling him “Sir”. Nothing unusual then, not until I wore a jacket to the review class. He seemed to have a different look at me. We talked and he asked me quite a few things. Since I repeatedly called him “Sir” he again told me to just call him by his first name. That’s odd! He is older than me.. he’s an engineer and all my other friends don’t call him by his first name. A bit suspicious.. I insisted I call him “Kuya ___”, to which he objected but later on didn’t bother at all. So I shook off any bit of inkling I initially had.
On that same day, I was too tired and bored to finish the review class, so I wanted to sneak out. He volunteered to carry my bag for me. The plot was this, I leave the room, carrying nothing, and then he will follow with all my things hidden in his jacket (am not sure if he was wearing a jacket then...) So I successfully left the review class without the lecturer knowing. There were times when he’d treat me for snacks during breaks in our review class. . He did the same thing to his other friends too, I guess.
One weekend, we travelled together back to another city. We boarded the same taxi bound for the terminal. He paid the taxi for both of us. He also paid the fare of the bus for me. I told him I could very well pay for the fare but he insisted. He really seemed like a “Kuya” so I had no suspicion. We talked in the bus about his life but more on his children. We arrived safely and parted ways.
Let’s fast forward this story ... shall we? Let’s get to the meat of this nonsense narration..hehehe.
Last month, he texted me as he was going somewhere. He asked if I have plans of going there too. I said yes but not this time. He said he was going so why not I go too.. I politely responded, it’s not yet time for me to go, besides my finances ain’t enough yet as I am jobless.. To my surprise he said, he would pay the one way fare. Shiver me timbers! Santa Claus came by early! Shocked, I said, no thanks. Going on a trip with a married man is definitely not my cup of tea. Heaven forbids!
Let’s hit the forward button again...
This Valentine ’s Day he greeted me but the word “dear” was added in his message.
I said something like : “please don’t even joke about calling me “dear” because you are married.. what if someone reads your message.. "
to which he responded :“it’s just gonna be the two of us who will know”.
Then he said he wanted to date me this Valentine ’s Day! Things couldn’t be clearer now.
Okay so I said something like: “Sorry, I’m taken”
He said: “So you have a boyfriend”... “Just don’t tell him”
And then he made a last-ditch for the night saying: “Come on, let’s go on a date!”
On Valentine’s Day itself, he asked me out again. I rejected the indecent offer.
After Valentine’s Day he texted me asking if I was still in ______. I said yes, and he said he wanted to date me.
I blatantly said "no .. adding, it’s not right.. what if your wife knows this.. blah blah blah.."
He responded, “she (wife) won’t know am with a beautiful lady”.
I said: "Stop it! I’m taken. Bye.."
This guy is like loose cannon. But I won’t fall in the kind of trench he has prepared. I’m not a home wrecker. Just the thought of dating a married guy is drowning my sanity! .I have no feelings for him! He is married! I’m taken! Let sleeping dogs lie.
I used to see a good man in him. But now I see a treacherous tongue and traitor heart! Worst I see a cheating husband, who sends sweet words to other women and goes home to his wife as if nothing happens. Am glad am not a headless chick that jumps into just about anything. I still have my morals intact. I will not go into a slippery slope like this and entangle myself with a married man, not even in my last hurrah, not even in my death bed. He better sling his hook!
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