As a woman, you desire to eventually settle down and raise a family with that dream guy. Career demands and other commitments make this a mirage. You want to be the perfect woman, who is established, successful and confident. In your early twenties, men literally chased after you but because you had a goal, you simply brushed them off. They, on the other hand, misunderstood you and perused you even harder. As expected, they eventually gave up.
You spent all your time in achieving personal success and viola at thirty-something, you are the envy of your colleagues and friends because of your achievements in the corporate world. A senior managerial position, a hefty paycheck coupled with bonuses, trips to foreign countries, an MBA and currently pursuing you Ph.D. to boot. I mean, you have figuratively and literally, arrived as they say.
Despite all this success and the accolades, you have collected; deep down, there is this yearning, the hunger, and thirst for a family. Herein lays the quagmire. Age is catching up, the men who used to chase after you are already settled and moved on. Your parents and siblings are in your case. Just the other day, you younger sister had a wedding; your even younger sister just delivered twins. The pressure is from both without and within.
As a savvy as you are, you are unable to get Mr. Right. You have dated a few times but the men are so callous, they rarely excite you or quench the passion in you. Nevertheless, you don’t give up. Out of the blue, you get a text on WhatsApp or a friend request on Facebook from a totally perfect stranger. On instinct, you ignore but something nudges you and you respond. This action in itself sets the course for your life, which as a result is turned upside down.
On the other end is an exciting man, he fits all the criteria. He excites you to the core, arouses the passion in you in ways you have never imagined. He engages you both emotionally and intellectually for a period of two weeks or more through social media. He has practically, taken over your life. You spend so much time with him online, sharing information, pictures, and whatnot. He says the right words, at the right time. You are smitten. Head over heels in love with a man you have never met. It seems that you have known each other forever.
The relationship blossoms and he invites you for a date. You are beyond yourself. The day arrives and wow, Mr. Right shows up dressed immaculately, driving a top range car. The smile on his face disarms you momentarily, you’re on cloud nine. He opens the door for you, takes you to a five-star hotel for dinner or lunch. He makes you feel like a queen. He has everything you have ever dreamt of in a man, in a nutshell, he is the one.
During the date, that you never wanted to end, tells you how he is a successful businessman, he owns a company or does this or that business. You’re so smitten that you don’t even ask anything. A few days later, you have either given him access to your home, introduced him to your family and friends. You see a future here, he is the answer to your prayers and fasting. The heavens have smiled on you and you wonder where was this man all along. Then all of a sudden, your man has an emergency or needs some bailing out. He requires a substantial amount of cash, and you being madly in love, do the honorable thing and bail him out. He acknowledges the support and you are sure he will reciprocate.
Fast forward to today: that call to acknowledge appreciation was the last you heard of him. You are nursing a broken heart, financial loss and your confidence has plummeted. You’re withdrawn, you spent a lot of resources looking for this man to no avail. All your transactions with him have no record whatsoever. The number he used to hook up with you is no longer in service. The police and CID have nothing much to go on. They tell you, that you aren’t the first women to be CONNED. You join a long list of …………………….?
You sit back and wonder, with all the tale-tale signs, why couldn’t you have noticed this before. You hate all men with a passion. Who bewitched me? You wonder. Was I that naïve? In this case who is to blame?
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