I have no love for self-obsessed playboys. There is this guy in my gym whose reputation as a skirt chaser preceded him. I knew about all his sexcapades long before I even laid eyes on him because scandalous stories like those ones have a tendency of going around. Anyway, I was indifferent about the whole thing. As long as he was not trying to dip his love stick into my lady bits, he was not going to be in my crosshairs. He could sleep his way from here to Timbuktu as far as I was concerned. Not my circus, not my monkey.
All along, I thought he was one of those misguided souls who want to sleep around as much as possible before finally settling down with one girl. Then I found out he had a doting long-term girlfriend whom he was living with. That new turn of events piqued my interest. I was curious to discover what kind of a woman would want to be with such a man. I did a little research and found her online. I did a quick snoop on her social media pages and from what I could tell, they have been together for at least four years. Her status updates painted him as the ultimate boyfriend.