Trouble dey sleep yanga go wake am...
You know how sometimes, you, all by yourself, go looking for what isn’t missing? Eh ehn, and when the yam now scatters inside stew, you start wondering who sent you in the first place. Well, that’s the story of my life.
So, my boyfriend and I were cool and all, but something in me thought, “Hmmm… wouldn’t it be nice to find something something somewhere, you know?” I then decided, I won’t be a good girlfriend if I didn’t ask him this personal question, even if it was just for the sake of asking. (Pa Fela must have been rubbing his chin with a mischievous grin on his face)
Anyway, that was how I randomly asked my boyfriend what his body count was. I knew I wasn’t ready for the answer óò, but I just had this weird confidence that the number wouldn’t be bad.
Heheheee… turned out the number was bad, based on my own standard. Had I known!
Right now I am wallowing in jealousy for people I don’t even know. I keep imagining that perhaps whenever we are making out, he is thinking of his past experiences. Were they better than me? Was there something they did that I’m not doing? ‘Cause I am obviously not an expert in that regard.
I have sha made up my mind not to make out with him anymore.
I don’t know, what should I do? What I am feeling, is it OK or am I just being unreasonable?
1. Have you ever asked you partner for their body count before?
2. Did the answer shock you?
3. Should one even be asking for body count?