You're Going To Judge Me

That's fine. I'm judging myself too.

I went to this wedding recently and came across my EX. For context, this is the man I spent 3 years avoiding in Lagos. Swēt, let me be clear, this man was bad for me! Not "We couldn't work out" bad, but the "I cut off all my friends to be with him" bad.

Now this Yoruba f**cking Demon was seated on the other end of the reception looking all innocent and annoyingly fine, with a new beard, clean cut and he'd gotten buffer. He looked different from when we were together, and this new man in front of me was hotter. I knew it was his woman who pushed all these changes. Don't judge how I knew.

Thank God for good friends, they made sure I avoided him, and he didn't talk to me. But the devil took the wheel, and for politeness' sake, I walked up to him and said hi. That's where I fucked up, because this man still smelled as good as he did when we first met. I thought I was over him, but there and then, I knew I'd set myself up.

We had a conversation, and he was so polite that I was wondering what was going on, talking to me and even making subtle jokes about my friends hating him.

Here's one flashback for context: this guy was always hard when I was around. Sometimes, just my voice turned him on, and as our conversation was going on, I saw him keep his hand in his pocket to hide it. I was happy like mad.

But that's where the problem started because seeing him hard was getting me in my feelings, I left him and avoided him throughout that wedding. After the wedding, my friends made sure to drop me off, I mean, you can guess why.

I got home, and I was bored, so I went straight to Instagram, block list, and unblocked him and said hi. In my head, I was checking if he'd gotten home. He replied back, then we started talking. He was at the wedding's after-party and invited me. It wasn't really an invite, more of a why aren't you here. I didn't have plans to go, but I lied and said I was already on my way. I got the address from someone else and turned up.

I got there, and he didn't waste time; he came to me, and we started talking again. When the music hit, and I started dancing, I made sure I avoided him. But he later came, and we started dancing. I felt his hard-on through his pants, and I dove into it. Writing this now, I think he did that intentionally.

I didn't waste so much time, as I was in a good mood already, so I told him i wanted to go home and he offered to drop me. I could've refused, but I didn't. We got to the car, and he pulled me in then kissed me. I sharply kissed back because omo why not.