Guys can be clueless at times. Sometimes, they unknowingly do some things that hurt their partners. There’s this girl who works a building away from Dimeji, and a close friend of his. In fact, they have been close for a long time, before we even started dating. I am convinced that this girl absolutely likes him, but he doesn’t agree. I think he has wilful blindness, and that the girl is sneaky. In my opinion, she has liked him long before he met me, and she still likes him now. She is skinny, with beautiful natural hair, though she is on weaves and extensions most times.
They don’t hang out or anything like that, but I can confidently say that they chat a lot. She likes taking pictures with him when she gets the opportunity to be with him in person. She would then upload the picture on her Instagram account, and make it her twitter header. I mean, who does that? When people now ask in the comment section that ‘Is that the lucky guy?’ meaning, is Dimeji her boyfriend? She would ignore them. Of course, Dimeji didn’t see all these pictures. I snooped this out, and showed it to him.
“Are you serious, you actually found this out?” He asked.
“Yes, I saw something on your TL between you and her. One link led to another, and I eventually saw all these.”
“Anna, you have time o. You are the real private investigator.” He smiled.
I eyed him.
“Let me ask you. Are you jealous?” He winked.
“No, I am not jealous. I just think this girl really likes you, and you should be careful.”
“There’s nothing going on.”
“I know. Just don’t lead her on, or encourage her. Does she even know you have a girlfriend?”
“She does, though we don’t talk about it.”
“You see? This girl is sneaky. She knows you are in a relationship, yet she puts pictures of both of you all over the place, and tweets about how she loves the fact that you were there for her all through 2014. How inconsiderate."
“Annnaaaa, it was just a tweet.” He exclaimed.
“No,no, no. It wasn’t just a tweet, Dimeji.” I shook my head with all assurance
I immediately paused, and asked myself if I wasn’t overreacting. After a nanosecond, I concluded that I wasn’t.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” He apologised, with all sincerity.
His apology melted me on the spot, such that I choked on the next statement that was about to fly through my lips.
“No problem,” I said. “Just know I am uncomfortable with this whole Ranti business, and I think boundaries should be set.”
So did I do the right thing, in making my request, or did I overreact?
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