HER DREAM MAN

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*From the point of view of a certain fantasising young girl*

When I dreamt and fantasised about my dream man
My dreams and fantasies never revealed his natural flaws.

I only saw a handsome man,  tall with broad chest and shoulders where I could rest my head from troubles. He was perfect.

I saw a smiling face with the right carves here and there on his moustache.

I saw his fine car(s), admired his career and business line.

I fantasised about his laughter, his kisses on my cheeks and lips.

His arms around me cuddling me like his only baby

I was always tickled by fantasies about our trips of love and roses, ice creams with chocolates

How we would chase each other about in our beautiful home in love plays. 
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Why did my dreams never reveal that behind those smiles, he was struggling to pay up the loans he took to further his business?

How did my dreams not remind me that he was also human that could fart so loud with a smell so devastating and offensive? 

How did they not tell me that roses have hidden thorns. That chocolates purge and make me fat so much that he begins to see me as too bulgy and fat and ugly? 

How come I didn't see in those dreams that his armpit would smell? That when he takes off his shoe, the smell would be saddening. 
I saw a perfect man. Oh please I  saw a perfect man. 

But this man comes along for real and would not open the car door for me to go in first before he turns round to get in too. 

He snores so loud, eats too much, scratches his body annoyingly, makes awful sounds when he eats? He picks his nose at random as if there was a project therein ... 

Did I read too much fictions or perhaps watched too much Nollywood, Hollywood, Bollywood and all the woods except the Realitywood?

Somebody help!!! I'm disappointed! This is certainly not a dream, it's a nightmare. 

Wake me up! I want my dream man, not a nightmare!
And if this is real, reality is scam! 






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