LOVE LIFE OF A CHUBBY GUY PT2

I asked myself several questions like does it mean that I will never find love just because am a broke guy who is fat? does it mean that love is only meant for the well to do? the moment I finished watering the garden I went back to my room. I couldn't just understand why I was born with such a body, why did God decide for me to be born in a middle-income family.

I never used to over-eat for me to have such a body. I tried exercising just to have that ideal body every girl craved for, but all for nothing. 

one day as I was browsing on the internet I came across a website showing tricks on how to win girls over, as a person in search of love this seemed interesting to me though the other part of me told me to ignore it as it should just be a scam the part which still believed in love won the battle and I clicked on the link.

it was quite interesting to see the different ways on how to win a girl over and how to make her fall for you. the author of the tricks explained them so well that I believed whatever the guy said but then the good stuff was locked and required me to pay.

I really wanted to see what made other men different from me but then like I said I was broke so I copied what I could and made a Microsoft word document copy of it.

I tried to put some into practice but all the effort was for nothing I was rejected by 8 girls in one week alone. I asked myself another question? what am I missing? could it be that these tricks only worked on women from the western part of the world what made me ask myself this question was how African women behaved when a man gave them a bouquet of flowers, they did not seem to like such gifts they seemed to be more interested in things like money, sweets, chocolate, drinks and so on.

What could a broke chubby guy like me to do in a situation like this?

I really tried all the tricks and advice I got from my uncles but it never yielded any positive result. 

One day something interesting happened, I had gone to see my friend Chola, for a chat and to pass time, he was my childhood best friend. 

As we stood on the road side 3 friends came to join us their named were, Chipo, Fred, and Mwape, while we were chatting and laughing a fair beautiful girl passed by with a 5 litre container of munkhoyo, which was one of the many traditional drinks in Zambia and there was silence for about one and a half minutes. She was putting on a flared navy blue skirt with floral prints it was those type of skirts which compliments a girls every step. It was more like singing every step she took. 

I had to ask who she was because I have never seen her before but before I could ask she said hi to Fred. Fred replied saying "hey Thandiwe how are you?" after she walked a few steps away from were we stood i immediately asked Fred who the Girl was, but instead of answering he laughed at me saying "whats wrong with you why do you ask she is out of your level besides haven't you had enough of rejections if i was you i would have given up." Oh shut up jus tell me who she is", " her name is Thandiwe i thought you heard him mention her name as he was responding to her greeting" replied Chola, "how could he have heard that when he was lost in Thandiwe's beauty?" Mwape responded. I am going to say hi to her. I replied. "I dare you, Thandiwe is not friendly to everyone most of the times she shouts at guys for approaching her" Fred said. 

Honestly speaking i don't know where i got all the courage i ran after her i tried to call name but she entered a wall fenced house so i waited, i could see my friends laughing and patiently waiting for my embarrassment after waiting for close to 15 minutes, i saw her approaching the entrance the feeling i had was nothing like anything i have felt before i felt happy but afraid I was sweating where was all the confidence I had before, i swear I wanted to leave but before I could leave..... TO BE CONTINUED