It didn’t end in secondary school. The only thing I figured out was attractive about me was my brain. I doubt if any girl ever thought I’d snatch her boyfriend, I mean, I was just a ‘just there’ girl. Guys still had to talk to me about how they liked my friends and how I should talk to them but the ones who liked me in a like-like way weren’t even my spec but sadly I wasn’t even my spec’s spec. I didn’t dress fancy though I had the clothes but I didn’t just think that looking good was serious business (I know better now) so I hardly looked chic. I stepped up my game a little towards my finals but…too late.
NYSC came and I was back to default mode. I was just like this cute little thing you want to smile at, tap on the head and walk past. Funniest part of this was, I was not even bothered. People I liked started to like me but I was uninterested for reasons I can’t even remember. I friend-zoned the ones I liked though, you know, just in case. Now that I’m writing about it, I still think I’m the duff though with a little sexiness but I’m still the one who’d go on a date wearing my head-warmer on some casual clothing.
Being a duff is one of the best things that has happened to me because I’m all bare for you to decide if you want to roll with, no surprises. When duffs turn out sexy, they become a surprise to everyone so figure out your sexy side and flaunt it once in a while. So if you ever feel this way, don’t feel alone because I am with you.
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