When I was in the army, one of my good friend, Fuad was about to embark on a brand new relationship with the girl of his dream. All of us were delighted for him and for me personally, this couldn’t have happen to a more swell guy than he was.

A few months pass on and not too long, Fuad confronted me with a situation he had. He was getting suspicious over his new relationship. He had questions over his girlfriend’s loyalty towards it. I tried initially to talk him out of his suspicions and just to put it down to relationship’s jitters.
Not too long after that talk, he came back to me and told me that his suspicions are even stronger now than ever.

So we gathered a few more close friends and decided to lay down a plan to resolve Fuad’s suspicions. It was agreed that among us, one would pretend to be a stranger trying to seduce Fuad’s girlfriend. Initially everyone thought I were the best candidate for the role but I strongly disagree to the notion as I believe that Fuad’s girlfriend were of higher taste than to fall for my cheesy lines so we handed the task to even a more higher being, the real smoothie among us, Fauzi.

To most of our surprise, it really didn’t take much from Fauzi to seduce the girl in question. It just took a couple of phone calls, some cheesy lines to go with it and after a week or so, a date was set-up.
In the meantime, Fuad played his part and he knew by then that his girl was being unfaithful to him. Not only was she toying with our “Romeo”, we also found out from our network of friends, that she was dating 3 more guys simultaneously.
So we set up a plan to catch her red handed and which we did and still she insists on her innocence towards the accusations on her.

I could only looked away in amazement on how she trying to wiggle her way out from this unscrupulous act of betrayal towards a guy who got to be one of the nicest, gentlest and generous person that I know of.

At another point of my life, I was sharing an apartment with a couple of people and my girlfriend at that point used to stay over quite frequently and being the gregarious girl that she was, it was difficult for anyone to hate her and all my housemates took her in instantaneously. In time one of my housemate and the same girlfriend, ventured on an affair as well. Knowing about it, I wasn’t just distraught about it, but it broke me as a person. Not because I lost a loved one but more because the betrayal was done under the same roof that both of us were in. Not only did he show little disregard of me but totally no respect to my presence and being.

I have always believed in the goodness of men, no matter how evil and vengeful that person can be but as long as he knows to feel than there is always capacity in him to be good.

I can tell you this as much about myself that has been very consistent in my life. I have always surrounded myself with exceptionally beautiful girls and all of my girlfriends has been tops in that list as well as having brains to boot. So it is never a surprise to me that my girlfriends are the attraction of heterosexual males and the approached these girls get from guys are mere compliments to me on the aesthetic values of these girls.

I am never insecure about my manhood just because some guys try to tap my girlfriend’s ass and I can tell you this much, any guys are always welcomed to attempt.

I am not a man who has wealth, not much aesthetic in me nor do I possess much material comfort but everyday, every single day I set out to practice my own set of ethical values.

I can also tell you that I have yet to pursue a girl when I know for sure that she is with someone even if she says otherwise. Should I ever plan to do so, I would gamely enquire to her partner in question about her availability rather than leave everything to chance, fate or luck.

Sometimes when I look at all the fucked up guys around me who go relentlessly out of their way to pursue some pussy, I get so enraged that these people don’t practice some gentlemanly conduct. Sometimes I wish that the ideals of romanticism exist today, where chivalry and patriotisms exist. Where men acknowledge each other presence and roles.

Now all I see are guys who willingly ready to do anything and everything to tap some ass despite knowingly the presence of others to the equation.

Acts of betrayal are common among men but to betray the ones you loved are a greater sin than others.

In my lifetime I have seen my share of acts of betrayal and most times than not, I blamed the fairer sex for it. For only they allow such conditions to prevail instead of nipping it in the bud but my blame for the men for not having brain to see guise when confronted with one. I also blame men for not exercising class when they are born with it.

It seems that we are in such dire state that I have more class in my little pinkie finger than most men have in their scrotums. The reason why I have never coveted with an attached girls because I never want the same kind of situation happened where I will be short changed but despite exercising gentlemanly class and chivalry with my nemesis, time and time again I am confronted with such situations and the truth is, the hurt felt never seems to be less.

I really can’t blame anyone despite everything. My girls are always going to be beautiful, hot, sexy and fuckable and guys will forever lose their brains when tits are in sight.

So here I am pleading to dick twats out there. If you realize that the girl you are seducing or fucking with is a girlfriend of mine, all you need to do is ask….no no.. tell me nicely that you are having that particular ass for breakfast, lunch and dinner and trust me, with your testament, guilt will leave your heart and mind eventually.

I on the other hand will leave the both of you to each of your own devices.

I am a man.

Actually a man’s man.



I got a physique of a Roman’s god, lead an interesting life that most of you can only crave for, have more brain in me than you can ever comprehend and a dick that is the envy of a lot of men. So should a girl have the heart to betray my love and attention and a man has the courage to exercise the act of betrayal itself than clearly both of you do not know who I really am.

Just ask any of my ex-girlfriends.