GIGOLOS IN DISGUISE...

Kele was a really handsome guy i met about 6years ago in Surulere. I had just closed from my shop and was standing on the side of the road waiting for a taxi when he walked up to me to ask my name... Prior to that day, i would see him walking past my shop and i would look and admire because he was tall, dark and handsome... TDH, if you may and he didn’t have an extra ounce of fat on him. I didn’t think he ever saw me but turned out he always did see me and he’d been waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to me. The opportunity came that evening at 7pm when i was waiting for a cab... We got talking, exchanged numbers and he waited until i got a cab before he left. He called later that night to ask me out on a date... I said yes. Next day, we went out for drinks... I didn’t know what his situation was so, i suggested a cheap place i knew anyone could afford and he agreed to take me there... We had a fabulous time and we did again the next day, and the next and so on for about 3weeks before i invited him to my house... He came and we ended up dating for about a year before i broke things off... Mind, he was fantastic and the sex? There are no words... That is, apart from the fact that he kissed with his eyes open which i found a bit disturbing...
The question is why did i break up with such a fantastic dude? I ended up picking up bills after the initial 3weeks he spent wooing me... He started saying stuff like ‘’babe, i’m broke and i would really like to see you because i miss you... can you pick up the cab fare?’’ i did... He’d ask me out to dinner and after ordering stuff, he’d say ‘’could you pay this time please? I’ll pick up the next one’’ and i would... I’d ask him to come out with me and my friends... We’d buy a bottle of whisky and he’ll say something like ‘’babe, you know i don’t drink whisky, i prefer Hennessey’’ and i’ll buy him Hennessey. At first, i thought nothing of it because i thought ‘’he’s still in school and it’ll get better when he starts working’’... How wrong i was... When he graduated and was waiting to serve, he started a business and was making money but he didn’t stop asking me to pay for this and that and also ‘’borrowing’’ money from me without paying back... All of these i ignored... Come January the next year and he told me that he had plans to give me a treat i’ll never forget. He wanted me to get a nice dress and all because he wanted to take me to a fancy place... I did buy a dress to wear and for him, i bought a really expensive wristwatch and a card... Valentine’s day and i got to my shop to see a nylon bag with a card and a white top that my sales-girl said he dropped for me. The top was way too big for me but i didn’t mind because he bought it... It was 6pm and i still hadn’t seen him. Called him and he didn’t answer so, i went to the bar behind my shop in the hopes of catching a break and a quick drink while hoping he’d call me back only to see him there knocking back bottles of star with his friends... I was shattered... He didn’t even apologise... He said he’d been looking for me (What????? I’ve been in my shop) and when he didn’t see me, he decided to chill there... I asked if he saw my calls and he didn’t see them nor hear the phone ring... Ok, no worries... When are we going out? Oh, he doesn’t have money... I thought you made this plan over a month ago? Isn’t that enough time for you to save up for it? That’s when he blew up... Why does he have to be the one to pay for dinner on Valentine? Am i not the one who works? What’s wrong with me picking up the check? Nothing, i told him but it would’ve helped if he’d told me earlier because i already sent all i made that day to the bank and i only have a bit left... He would hear none of this... He was angry that i didn’t get him anything (i had kept the gift i got for him hoping to give him later that evening) and i expected him to pay? What the hell was i talking about? I kept quiet and let him rant then asked him ‘’Do i have to buy you stuff just to make you feel better? Do i always have to pay the bills when he go out?’’ He said i did... After-all, i’m 12days older than he is and i’m the one with a steady job... I just turned around and walked out. Didn’t see him for another 3years or so after that...
If anyone had told me when i met him that i had a gigolo on my hands, i would’ve argued and gotten really mad like i’m known to do but no one told me anything, i found it out for myself...
I don’t know what it is about living in Lekki that makes some guys (especially those ones who live on the mainland of Lagos) assume that you’re loaded and are sugar mummy material... I have to keep telling them that i’m not rich... I’m just okay and i actually have to work very hard to pay my bills and keep my apartment... Whether they believe or not is another matter but i still keep on trying to make them understand that i am not as rich as they think i am... I have responsibilities...
So, what made me remember Kele? This morning, i got a call from a guy asking me for some money... Now, this is the guy i mentioned in my ‘’internet dating’’ blog whom i dated for a while and broke it off with sometime last year...
The story is, we met online, dated for a while and while we were dating, i had to go to London to shop for stuff to re-sell... He asked me to buy him a football jersey and chocolates... Couldn’t get the jersey and i called to tell him so. He said not to worry and i promised to get him the chocolates... I had this plan to get him chocolates at the airport on my way back to Lagos but turned out i had excess baggage that i didn’t plan for so, i paid for that and was left with just a bit of cash... I spent it all on chocolates... Got back, gave them to him when he came to see me. They were 2 big packs of chocolates, having given some to my siblings and keeping one bag of minstrels (love them) for myself... I was so pissed off when he started complaining that i only got him a couple of chocolates... His ex used to get him a bagful and he started to sulk after making that statement... I couldn’t believe it!!! Sais nothing to him... When he left, i sent him a text to say he shouldn’t bother coming back... A few days ago, we started talking again and trying to figure out how to get past what happened... Maybe see if we can start over, only for him to call me this morning to say he was broke and could i give him some money? I was sleepy as he was the one who woke me up and i really couldn’t talk properly... He started going on and on about how i had so much money yet do not want to give him any and blah blah blah... I held the phone to my ears stunned into silence and mumbled something about calling him back when i was fully awake then, hung up... Boy oh boy, seems like i have a knack for attracting gigolos... Went back to sleep because i knew i was going to snap at everyone if i didn’t!!!
Now, what is this thing about girls who live on the Island that make men think we are loaded? Is it because houses here are expensive to rent or what? I’m thinking it has nothing to do with cars (i drive a 1991 model Nissan sunny) because my car is old and tired... Whatever it is, i’ll be happy not to be presumed a sugar mummy... I’m not even 30 yet for fuck’s sake!!! Give me a break!!!
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Bee