I am Nnenma, I am pretty and good looking and I just finished my university studies in a well known university in my state.
My story is a bit sympathetic but I want to figure out my wrong in the whole matter, I would love you to advice me and point out my wrong in my story.
My story goes this way, when I finished my studies, I got employed in one company like that, the pay was attractive and I seem good with the job. I worked tirelessly because the task of my job is that your input determines your promotion and because of that I worked tirelessly to see that I will be promoted to a respectable level in the company.
I rented an apartment which is not like that good looking but I am comfortable living in that my apartment, because I found no stress renewing my rent and other expenses associated with living in a rented apartment. Despite that I am a woman, I never depended on any man to foot my bills for me. I Carter for my well being by my self and still Carter for my family as well. My parents were kind of depending on me and my siblings too were also depending on me. Their dependance on me was because I am the first born of my family, though I never struggled taking care of them because I was getting what I termed enough for me and my expenses.
There is this cute guy living in the same compound with me, this guy is so cute that if he crosses by you, as a lady you must turn to have a second gaze at him. He handsomeness is so so charming. When I noticed him, I began to crush on him.
I displayed several green lights for him to notice me but all proved abortive but I loved him and have began to fall deeply for him.
I developed this strong feelings for him to the point that I couldn't stand another woman standing beside him and not to talk of discussing with him.
But there is a very big problem here, He is not seeing my green lights neither is he looking like someone that have even noticed that he has a neighbor like me. I didn't know what to do and I can't ask him out because my culture forbids it. My culture has it that any woman who asks a man out is belittling herself and that man won't respect her. We believe that the normal way was to patiently wait until he comes to ask you out. But in this my case, it is not happening and there is no assurance that it might happen. I tried several things my head can think of to do to win his attention but it all proved abortive.
One day as I was thinking on what to do, I nearly decided to overlook my culture and its initiative and approach the man I love and ask him out. But in the second thought I considered the consequences. I later decided to be a little more patient and see if miracle will happen.
On this faithful day, I saw him come in with a young lady that is beautiful but not more beautiful than I am. I wanted to kill my self that day because I couldn't stand to see another woman snatch my dream man from me. I don't know what to do but I consoled my self and decided to wait patiently for the girl to go. When the girl have finally gone, I decided to overlook everything and approach him to ask him out, his reply caught up with me. He told me " Nnenma, the first day I set my eyes on you, I fell in love with you but I was scared to ask you out because we are living in this same compound, I still love you but I don't think I can have anything to do with you because just yesterday, I asked a woman out and she responded positively. Nnenma I am sorry"
I stood before him speechless, trying to with old my tears but the flow overpowered me resulting to my face been flooded by it. It seemed to me like my world have ended. How can a man I love slip out of my hand?
What is my wrong, did I do any bad thing by letting my culture and its initiative decide for me?
I am pained always in my heart whenever I remember this my story...
Please advice me on how to go about my culture and its initiative next time cos I still have not found love and my first ever crush is married now and living family with his wife😭😭
Thanks for reading to the end I appreciate
I feel sad for you. You didn’t do anything wrong for following your culture, but sometimes waiting too long can make us lose what we want. I think love needs courage too. Next time, maybe you can find a gentle way to share your feelings, even if your culture says no. What matters is being true to your feelings but also being wise.
Hello @jenny27. This story is tagged as fiction but sounds like nonfiction. Is this a 'real' story or is it a product of your imagination?
Thank you.
This is my true life story....