I am a fuckboy; This is my story [I]

This is not my real face.😉

A fuckboy is a guy that would do anything to sleep with a woman he has no intention of having a relationship with.

Desmond

Hello.

My name is Desmond and I’m a fuck boy.

I was a church boy, born and raised by the elders of my church. Due to my background and disciplinary parents, I was forced to join the choir. I never missed Friday vigils, weekly services and prayer sessions on different mountains. I was raised right in Christ. I was the kind of guy that couldn’t even walk up to a lady.
However, there was a turn of event the moment I got admission into the University of Ibadan, Oyo State. The beast I never knew was in me got unleashed.

Sandra changed my life.

You don’t just wake up and decide to be a fuckboy. It’s a gradual process, mostly caused by wounds from heart breaks.

Desmond

Sandra was my childhood sweetheart who gained admission a year before me into the University of Ibadan; I chose to study there because of her. We had a beautiful relationship, planned our future together, named our pets and kids too. It was the ‘I can never do without you’ kind of relationship; So perfect and heavenly.

Unfortunately, things fell apart when I resumed. As expected, she was my senior and way above my league but I still thought nothing could change the way we felt about each other. I mean, the love we had was perfect, the ‘always and forever’ kind of love.

Then, it hit me. It started with the attitude; not picking my calls and all that. At a point she started avoiding me, I guess she wasn’t cool with her friends seeing her with a fresher. Trust me, I tried everything possible to get the love of my life back- I missed my lectures so often, because I went to her department and waited all day just to see her.

I was desperate because I couldn’t imagine life without her. During this period, I made friends with some guys who were seniors. After a while, I told them about my ‘future wife’ and they all mocked me and were convinced that she had a boyfriend. I didn’t believe – I mean, I couldn’t believe that. ‘Nonsense’, I thought. I was so sure Sandra couldn’t cheat on me or leave me. I told myself that she was just going through hard times and needed time.

I believe there are two types of fuckboys; the ones with a conscience and the ones void of conscience.

Desmond

One day, I decided to surprise her. I went to her hostel and saw her with a guy. I decided to call her and ask where she was but it ended in tears. She said she was in the library reading and in that instant I realised I had just lost the love of my life. The Queen of my heart was gone and the palace was now empty.

I was miserable.
So many other memorable things followed that night; I took my first drag and had my first sex.

I’m not going to mince words; the feeling was epic. It felt like I belonged there, like I had just found my missing spot, like I had just gotten to my promised land. I had the best fun of my life that night even though I also lost my home training. Little did I know this was the beginning of my doom.

I guess the saying is true, ‘what the family built for 20 years, peer pressure can destroy it in 20 minutes…’

4 thoughts on “I am a fuckboy; This is my story [I]

  1. Most fuckboys always say it was a major heartbreak that led them to being who and how they are but I think it’s safe to say that most of these guys have always had it in them, na the heartbreak dey always unleash am🤔🤔

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    1. Hmmmm…
      It’s innate then. They just need a reason to do it.
      It’s not like other loyal guys don’t experience heart breaks, yh? I get your point but guys are not the same and I’m sure every guy cannot react the same way.

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