By Shirley Genga
Experience is a good thing. I have kissed so many frogs that these days, I sniff out losers from a mile off.
Some men are simply un-datable because all they bring to a woman’s life is heartache, pain and immense suffering. These men come in all shapes and sizes and should be avoided at all costs.
When I was young and naïve, I believed that Mr “I’m so hot and in love with myself” was the perfect match for me because we would have beautiful babies.
He was tall, dark, handsome and utterly in love with himself. I guess I had watched too many soap operas and I believed love was all about physical beauty. Even when most of our conversations were spent discussing how awesome he was and nothing about me, I held on tightly.
My breaking point, however, came when I realised I had to fight to use the mirror each morning I woke up in his house because Mr-god’s-gift-to- women loved to stare at himself in the mirror and bask in his own glory. I learnt one important lesson then: That there can only be room for one pretty person in a relationship, and that was me.
In my happily ever after phase, I believed that my love could conquer anything. So I gave a cheating man a second chance — and he cheated on me three more times. I learnt another valuable lesson: A zebra never changes its stripes.
While in my delusional stage, I dated a young and successful man who was ‘too busy and important’ to call me unless he needed something from me — which wasn’t often.
For a while, I was spellbound by his confidence and success, but in the end the hard facts became clear: A man will spend his time on what he deems to be worthwhile. So if he couldn’t find time to call, then he was not that into me.