LOVE STORY... part1

DISCLAIMER!!!!! We received about 8different love stories from anonymous on our e-mail, you can also send your posts to Medilasgidi@etisalatng.blackberry.com...so so so we selected the 3 best , two of which the narrator appeared to be a female... We made our research and discovered some facts in these stories were actually true.. Does it mean its all true?? We would be dropping the female version very soon... But for now, Enjoy this story from this badass nigguh!

 I was 16yrs old when I had my first kiss... It was my sister, in preparation for the first feb14 that held a real meaning to me, it was gonna be a real date.. Old time stories yeah, but I was really into it with Yemi, my first love. I remember the red shirt I wore was a gift from my Late grandpa on his last trip to SouthAfrica before he passed on, an attire which matched my shoes, I purchased the first flower in my life and stole a little of my mum's cologne to apply on the rose... It felt so perfect indeed, love was in the air. It wasn't as cool as I felt it would be with her, I could feel her teeth on my tongue, I could tell it was her first time, but I didn't care, it was with her.... But not as I planned, feb14 had passed and the flower I got her was thrown into the trashcan as she earlier told me. On that day, when I got to her house, it was her dad that opened the gate, I was going to give the mallam to codedly give her cos she was always under house arrest, its not her fault that she was the only child. Unfortunately he was not on seat. I remember the adrenaline rush in my system when her Father opened the gate after I knocked for about a minute. I stood there speechless, he looked at me and smiled he took the flower and said "I'll tell her father christmas dropped it for her, now you may run along", he gave an evil grin, I didn't think twice before I dashed across the road. That was the last day I wore a red shirt. But right now she's on my laps, her lips pressed to mine, her hands pulling my head closer...:(.. I don't wana remember these moments ***** **** *** ** * months passed, so did years... She had to leave for greece to further her education. It was the worst news I heard all that year cos I really loved her. We never broke up, even till this day, but that was the end of it all. I got accepted by the University of Lagos to study MBBS, she was the first girl I told, I was gonna be the 2nd doctor in the family, indeed a good news. So registration started, I made new friends and like Facebook, I met a friend of a friend that introduced me to a girl I'll call "S". She was also in my class. Perhaps its my love for designers that attracted me to her Nike bag, she was a bit of a tomboy though but she gave me a call each time we parted ways to our various cribs. Its simple, she was 'caring' We got closer everyday, hung out at the lagoon front before hostel was given, she met my friends and they met hers, they all said it was cool. There was a bit of peer pressure on me, well I was just 17-18 c'mon, I never anticipated our first kiss even though my bestie, asked me a couple of times. So I lost her again! Prolly cos I didn't make the necessary moves in due time or cos I was still in the fairytale of yemi, all I knew was that she was given a room at Madam Tinubu Hall and she was seen in cars at night..well, I could let that pass cos I was admiring this chocolate skinned, pointed nosed, smart but married girl that stayed at Emerald. Ist semester passed and it was drawing nearer to the end of the 2nd when I discovered I was the crush of two girls- "I" who was the sister of IK and "N" who was a cousin to my niccur ryt now, they didn't last for long though. The real story began when I met "TK" at the 100lvl Pharmacy students after school beach party, her 411 was gotten from her and she was ideally tracked by my GPS to her crib. I took base at my sister's house not far from where she stayed and it began.... Night calls everyday, she had a bf but c'mon, it was to see how good I was, I guess, they broke up, I was at her house, she was at mine, no connections, she was asked out by my silly lying tongue, she said "yes", we started, medilag started, we broke up... Its that simple. She was a very very good complainer, scary texts and all, I had to pull out. ""No love"" she was on to the next one, MY FRIEND!! Haha! She owed me something, yh, that's my kiss, that's my signature, I got it while she was with her new boyfriend ON MY BIRTHDAY. And that's the end of her chapter. I love the exchange of saliva, that explains why my greatest turnoff is a girl with a bad breath and neither can I do with that with a body odour. New set came while prose result was awaited, then I met "O". She was nice but naïve, she was pretty, talented but emotionally unstable. It was more like she was on heat. Bloody hell knows I could do with that, if and only if she accepted the PK chewing gums I offered her on several occasions that she always refused. She didn't get the gist at all; her breath wasn't the best. It was always a disaster date when its past 4:00pm, she always wanted me around after I left the clinic and I always came prepared with PK for her :D. Kissing is more of an obsession, I obviously couldn't go out with a girl I couldn't kiss...... Aint no way I'll be exhausted from a rude consultant and step it down with the smell of a dead rat. So I closed the books on her, now she's my sworn enemy till date, "you left me for the world to explore" she said, at our last 30mins long conversation. Along the line of breaking up with TK and meeting O; Phreda & phredel were always there for lonely hours and other peripheralzzzz. Moreover, there was this one girl I met...................... About a year ago I met "N", who presently is a law student of the University of Lagos and was introduced to me by a good friend/roomate. Night outs to Emerald got us closer and closer daily, memories of the teenage fairytale filled the air I breath whenever I looked into her eyes. The question balling through my head was "Is this for real?"... I remember the looks she gave....., never in my life have I set eyes on a girl so patient and feminine. She is soooo reserved. She listens attentively to every word uttered and answers with a gentle smile. She was completely different from others. Her fair skin was complemented with the long, dark, curly hair she carried. Her nose was just perfect for that sexy &small lips. She really was that perfect girl. I remember that day, it was a friday at about 11:20pm, seated with her at Akoka, somewhere around MPH, then I looked into her eyes and it seemed like there was a drop of grace to quench my burning fire, after cuddling with her and lost with the comfort, after several breaks of silence, reaching for her mouth with my lips, kissing the open air as she hesitated, my head fell to her neck and gently slid back up again to her lips.. It was the best, the taste of her saliva. We went on well, not until I failed to play my part again, leaving her for about 2months, not replying a text or call from her, you can say its psychological, I'll call it brain touch, my friends said I was stupid but really, I look back and realise that It was more like I was in sane.....If only the hand of time could be reversed, she presently would be mine. "N" was going through some family issues the same time we were hanging out, most of which she didn't mention. "N" needed someone for the 2month period I left her. "N" must have cried over this all. "N" found someone better that seemed not to play with her emotions and that person was not me. It was then that my fucking spree on medilag girls started.. The first victim was B, a year my junior in MBBS... 3days after I met her at Old Great Hall........ To be continued...