I’m Going Viral Because My First Performance Didn’t Last Beyond Two Minutes

I completed the university without tasting the warmth of a woman. The closest I got to was a hug, a handshake or sitting next to a woman in a trotro but it didn’t mean I knew nothing about sex. I listened to conversations from friends and learned as I grew up. There was nothing I didn’t know, theoretically, and I was loud about it.

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I wanted to belong to the upper echelon so when guys met and they were sharing intimate experiences, I contributed imaginary ones. Sometimes, I stole other people’s stories and made them mine. Friends believed me but deep down, I’d only sat next to a woman and breathed the same air with her. We didn’t go beyond that.

It wasn’t religious. It was upbringing. I could have done it along the line but my upbringing came in the way. You can say I was scared and you wouldn’t be wrong.

I’m done with the university and currently doing my national service in a town far from home. In the office, colleagues would gather and talk about nonsense things. Again, issues of intimacy feature loud and proud so I give it to them. The theory I know. The stolen stories. About the imaginary girl I made cry in bed.

I don’t know if it was due to these talks that drew Cynthia to me but she liked me enough to let it show. She is also doing her national service in the next office. She started visiting, cooking for us and hanging around. One thing led to another and it happened. I didn’t last for three minutes. She said, “Say the truth. Is this your first time?”

I thought we had something deep going so I could reveal my true self to her. I could be vulnerable in her presence so I confessed. She looked regretful. She said, “You should have told me.” I asked what was wrong and she answered, “I’m not in the position to tutor anyone in this enterprise.” I proudly answered, “I know my way around, trust me. Didn’t you see my action? Wait for the second round.”

I’d learned the second one is the longest but Cynthia dressed up and left my room. No chance to make a second impression. The fact that our relationship is suffering isn’t my problem but the fact that her friends see me and they laugh discreetly makes me worried. Her colleagues in her office also do the same. I just have to walk past them and they’d give me this mischievous smile.

I’m worried. If this news gets to the brotherhood, I’m dead. I can’t sit among them when they talk so I met Cynthia and asked if my failure to perform is going viral. She said she hadn’t told anyone because she doesn’t kiss and tell. I don’t trust her so I pleaded with her not to let the guys know.

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That aside, I want to reclaim my position in her life. Another chance to make amends. It’s not going to be easy but I’ll ease my way slowly back into her life somehow and make things work again. Is it worth the try?

—Abeka
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