A Loon Is After Me

He said:

Remember that polycule debacle?

Pay attention to how loonies talk, and you will notice a pattern.

They claim to be feminists, and this naturally means they will not behave like a typical female with feminine virtues.

This feminist tag gives them the right to be aggressive when they are in a sexual interaction with a man.

This aggressiveness is a front for their mental illness, which they will disguise as being brazen, taking the lead, being assertive and keeping in touch with their inner matriarch.

Underneath all the "brazenness" is a certified loonie.

I met one once, several years ago; she chatted me up, and we played truth or dare.

She kept taking the chat in the direction of a sexual engagement, and I kept dodging. Eventually, she dared me to come and kiss her at her father's house

So I reminded her that I was at the Edwardian Hotel in London at the time, and there was no way I could come down to her father's house in Magodo to kiss her.

The next morning, I was in my hotel room when I got a call from the front desk.

This lady has arrived at my hotel all the way from Nigeria

I couldn't believe it.

We kissed, and she spent the weekend with me.

We both returned to Nigeria on Sunday night.

She returned to her father's house, and I returned to my house.

We kept chatting

Next time, I was travelling to Dubai and as soon as she heard that I was going, she also bought a ticket.

She claimed on the flight to Dubai that she was claustrophobic (she travels all the time by herself, and I know this) so that she could cuddle me all the way to Dubai.

What we did every day in Dubai depended on her whims.

Right in the middle of it, she would go "Stop"! and timed me to see if I stopped immediately or not.

She called that game "compliance test".

She was on antidepressants. She didn't tell me, but I saw the drugs, and i saw how they made her produce too much spittle, and sometimes she would drool while sleeping

One day she told me to sit in a chair opposite the bed and watch her "masturbate" so that I could know how to touch her the next time she told me to.

That feminist thing made her always want to be the one issuing the instructions and making the decisions because she wouldn't dare take instructions from a man on anything.

You can't tell her to do anything, and she wants a man to be in her life. I played along for a while, but I got tired of being her lapdog

We returned to Nigeria.

I have had enough, and I told her it was over.

Note that I had not taken her to my house, and I had not visited her at her father's house.

We only chatted and then met outside Nigeria the two times we were together

She went crazy

How dare a man call off the relationship

She started surfing the internet, searching for my house address; she also called a few people whose names I mentioned in the course of a conversation to try and find out where I lived.

After a few days, I got a phone call from a strange number in the middle of the night. Around 2 AM. It was her parents; they called me to say their daughter stopped taking her medications, had relapsed and had refused to take her medications or cooperate with her doctors unless I showed up at the hospital.

They gave the phone to her doctor, and he said she was obsessed with me, and he felt I shouldn't show up (in hushed tones)

They sent me the address and asked me to please show up in the morning, if I could.

After the call, I removed my SIM card from my phone and threw it away.

Months went by, I had almost completely forgotten about her when she showed up at an event where I was listed as one of the speakers.

Imagine my shock when she just popped up after I came down from the podium with a smile so wide that it seemed like her mouth would never close again.

I pretended as if I didn't know her, walked right past her and continued walking until I got out of the hall and ran for my car.

The most shocking thing, she ran after me.

I got in the car and locked the doors just as she got to the car and stood in front of it.

I started the car and started blasting the horn

Security guards came around, and I signalled to them that I wanted to drive out. They saw her standing in front of my car and began to reason with her.

She said she knew me and I was avoiding her. I just kept pressing the horn of the car and causing a nuisance

Eventually, more people came down, and some started talking to her.

A man came over to me and started talking to me to come down from the car and see if we could settle things.

I didn't answer him.

I kept blasting my horn and causing a ruckus.

About an hour later, she walked away with the security guards, and I drove away

That was the last time I allowed my name to appear on any seminar or symposium flyer in Nigeria.

A loon is after me.

There is nothing that strikes more fear in my heart than imagining all the things she could do to me and which she would get away with because she is mentally unstable.

Men should beware of all these FEMINISTS and label people. It is a smokescreen for true and certified mental conditions

-J.S