Oya come and test your wooing ability. I know the ladies would write the best scene..
Just watch and see..

I'd write a novel

My own..


She stood just as he sat in the seat opposite hers. He smiled. ' Are you afraid I'll make you fall in love'.
She seemed rattled, eyed him and walked away. He sat still and knew she would return, for something, to show him he was not as handsome as he presumed.

He began to count time and continued even after he ordered for a drink and a pie. When he got to 250, he knew he was wrong but she would think of him that day.
Suddenly, she came back, sat opposite him and started bringing things out of bag.
' This is Samsung Galaxy S7, this is my Hyundai Sonata's key, this is my duplex's house. So no, you can't make me fall in love with you. I fall for men of higher status'.
He had none of those, just his good looks and his mother's rented apartment and maybe few certificates that showed a good future.
' But I've done that already. All I need now is to..' he said and took her phone and typed his number into her phone and stored the number. ' put my number here'.
' You're an arrogant fool', she growled as she smatched her phone on the ground.
He stared at her, shrugged and stood from his seat. ' So, if we marry this is how you will destroy everything I'll work for. But I will teach you'.
' I won't fall in love with you'.
' Let's meet for dinner here tomorrow'.
' You are stupid. See this guy o. Wetin you get. See him cut and sew trouser. idiot with no value.'
He walked out and home.
That night, a call came in. He picked the call nonchalantly.' I'll meet you for dinner and would show you you can't make me fall in love'.

daremiarchs:
I'd write a novel

Just write jare

Divepen1:
Just write jare

I booked a space already.... Gimme time

Let me book mine too

Debbietiyan:
Let me book mine too

He had been staring at me since forever. I have every item of my list in my shopping basket but I’m still walking round the aisle, hopefully waiting for him to pucker up courage and come talk to me. I keep stealing quick glances trying to register his current position – I want to be ready with my knock-em-down killer smile when he actually does come. He’s with a friend – I only just noticed that. Screw it I’m leaving. I walk up to the counter. A couple of swiping and packaging later, I’m leaving, disappointment etched on my face to think I had imagined our first kiss.

“Natural light looks wonderful on you.”

His voice is everything I had imagined. “Hi” I turn, my face mirroring surprise and then shock and finally disappointment. He’s right there, the voice is speaking but his lips aren’t moving. I glance over to the owner of the voice – his friend, and my heart pummels to the ground.

“You’re more beautiful – now that I am standing so close, I thought I had seen it all, but apparently…I haven’t. My name’s Damian” he stretches out his hand.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself,” I lie, he looks terrible in comparison with his mute friend.

“Do you mind?” he asks, handling me his phone. “It’s my friend’s phone. I have a flat battery,” he explains “could you put in your number?”

I grudgingly type in my number. ”Nice meeting you.” I say, looking only at the mute friend and then walking away.

Five steps away, I get a text.

‘ I’m sorry I tricked you into getting your number, Damian is a good friend. You looked so beautiful, I thought you weren’t real. I was literally speechless as I fear you noticed‘

I look back and "he" is waving.

That was me

Debbietiyan:


He had been staring at me since forever. I have every item of my list in my shopping basket but I’m still walking round the aisle, hopefully waiting for him to pucker up courage and come talk to me. I keep stealing quick glances trying to register his current position – I want to be ready with my knock-em-down killer smile when he actually does come. He’s with a friend – I only just noticed that. Screw it I’m leaving. I walk up to the counter. A couple of swiping and packaging later, I’m leaving, disappointment etched on my face to think I had imagined our first kiss.

“Natural light looks wonderful on you.”

His voice is everything I had imagined. “Hi” I turn, my face mirroring surprise and then shock and finally disappointment. He’s right there, the voice is speaking but his lips aren’t moving. I glance over to the owner of the voice – his friend, and my heart pummels to the ground.

“You’re more beautiful – now that I am standing so close, I thought I had seen it all, but apparently…I haven’t. My name’s Damian” he stretches out his hand.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself,” I lie, he looks terrible in comparison with his mute friend.

“Do you mind?” he asks, handling me his phone. “It’s my friend’s phone. I have a flat battery,” he explains “could you put in your number?”

I grudgingly type in my number. ”Nice meeting you.” I say, looking only at the mute friend and then walking away.

Five steps away, I get a text.

‘ I’m sorry I tricked you into getting your number, Damian is a good friend. You looked so beautiful, I thought you weren’t real. I was literally speechless as I fear you noticed‘

I look back and "he" is waving.

Chai

Debbietiyan:


He had been staring at me since forever. I have every item of my list in my shopping basket but I’m still walking round the aisle, hopefully waiting for him to pucker up courage and come talk to me. I keep stealing quick glances trying to register his current position – I want to be ready with my knock-em-down killer smile when he actually does come. He’s with a friend – I only just noticed that. Screw it I’m leaving. I walk up to the counter. A couple of swiping and packaging later, I’m leaving, disappointment etched on my face to think I had imagined our first kiss.

“Natural light looks wonderful on you.”

His voice is everything I had imagined. “Hi” I turn, my face mirroring surprise and then shock and finally disappointment. He’s right there, the voice is speaking but his lips aren’t moving. I glance over to the owner of the voice – his friend, and my heart pummels to the ground.

“You’re more beautiful – now that I am standing so close, I thought I had seen it all, but apparently…I haven’t. My name’s Damian” he stretches out his hand.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself,” I lie, he looks terrible in comparison with his mute friend.

“Do you mind?” he asks, handling me his phone. “It’s my friend’s phone. I have a flat battery,” he explains “could you put in your number?”

I grudgingly type in my number. ”Nice meeting you.” I say, looking only at the mute friend and then walking away.

Five steps away, I get a text.

‘ I’m sorry I tricked you into getting your number, Damian is a good friend. You looked so beautiful, I thought you weren’t real. I was literally speechless as I fear you noticed‘

I look back and "he" is waving.

You got me.
Nice

Divepen1:
My own..


She stood just as he sat in the seat opposite hers. He smiled. ' Are you afraid I'll make you fall in love'.
She seemed rattled, eyed him and walked away. He sat still and knew she would return, for something, to show him he was not as handsome as he presumed.

He began to count time and continued even after he ordered for a drink and a pie. When he got to 250, he knew he was wrong but she would think of him that day.
Suddenly, she came back, sat opposite him and started bringing things out of bag.
' This is Samsung Galaxy S7, this is my Hyundai Sonata's key, this is my duplex's house. So no, you can't make me fall in love with you. I fall for men of higher status'.
He had none of those, just his good looks and his mother's rented apartment and maybe few certificates that showed a good future.
' But I've done that already. All I need now is to..' he said and took her phone and typed his number into her phone and stored the number. ' put my number here'.
' You're an arrogant fool', she growled as she smatched her phone on the ground.
He stared at her, shrugged and stood from his seat. ' So, if we marry this is how you will destroy everything I'll work for. But I will teach you'.
' I won't fall in love with you'.
' Let's meet for dinner here tomorrow'.
' You are stupid. See this guy o. Wetin you get. See him cut and sew trouser. idiot with no value.'
He walked out and home.
That night, a call came in. He picked the call nonchalantly.' I'll meet you for dinner and would show you you can't make me fall in love'.

Hahahahaha
So funny.
Did this happen real?
But I loved every bit of it.
Nice.

Hmm, lemme try.
¤¤¤¤
He was a footballer. At least, playing football with your friends almost every evening in a field makes you a footballer aint it?

I knew him. He would pass by my house with his friends everyday, his boot in his left hand, a ball under his armpit, cracking jokes and abusing each other. He could say the funniest things that would make you laugh and forget your sorrows.

At a time, i started greeting him. And he would reply with a smile or a simple 'ha fa?'

Then it went from a simple greeting to cracking jokes sometimes. Then sometimes jisting. We became friends sort of.

'i like you' he said one day 'do you have a boyfriend?'

'why are you asking?' i asked stylishly flinging my hair backwards. I might not have loved him, but i admired him already.

'i'm asking because i love you. I want you being my girlfriend'

'will it disappoint you to say i'm not ready for a relationship yet?'

'why?'

'because i feel i'm too young. I've not even completed my secondary education just yet'

'nonsense. I've see girls younger than yourself having a relationship and schooling as well. Younger girls in junior secondary school'

'really?' I wasnt being convinced.

'yes. You can do it too'

'whats the tendency that we end up together later?'

'there's every tendency'

'i've not seen people who end up with their first boyfriend/girlfriend'

'you've not seen. But there are people like that'

'sorry, but i'm too young. I'm just 15. How old are you?'

'i'll be 20 soon'

'five years' such a huge gap'

'there's no huge gap in love dear'

'hmm. Well, i'm just not interested in a relationship'

'why? Dont you love me?'

I giggled shyly 'i wont answer that question'

'look at me' he raised my chin 'dont you love me Chioma?'

'i...i dont know'

'you love me. I can see it in your eyes'

'hmm'

'i wont break your heart, i swear'

'i'm just confused. What if my mother finds out?'

'she doesnt need to find out about anything. Not until someone tells her and it wont be me. Will it be you?'

'what about my pastor?'

'those are stupid excuses Chioma. No one's gonna find out'

I bit my lower lip 'lemme think about it please?'

Booking space

Alero3Arubi:

Hahahahaha So funny. Did this happen real? But I loved every bit of it. Nice.

Fiction ooo

Debbietiyan:


He had been staring at me since forever. I have every item of my list in my shopping basket but I’m still walking round the aisle, hopefully waiting for him to pucker up courage and come talk to me. I keep stealing quick glances trying to register his current position – I want to be ready with my knock-em-down killer smile when he actually does come. He’s with a friend – I only just noticed that. Screw it I’m leaving. I walk up to the counter. A couple of swiping and packaging later, I’m leaving, disappointment etched on my face to think I had imagined our first kiss.

“Natural light looks wonderful on you.”

His voice is everything I had imagined. “Hi” I turn, my face mirroring surprise and then shock and finally disappointment. He’s right there, the voice is speaking but his lips aren’t moving. I glance over to the owner of the voice – his friend, and my heart pummels to the ground.

“You’re more beautiful – now that I am standing so close, I thought I had seen it all, but apparently…I haven’t. My name’s Damian” he stretches out his hand.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself,” I lie, he looks terrible in comparison with his mute friend.

“Do you mind?” he asks, handling me his phone. “It’s my friend’s phone. I have a flat battery,” he explains “could you put in your number?”

I grudgingly type in my number. ”Nice meeting you.” I say, looking only at the mute friend and then walking away.

Five steps away, I get a text.

‘ I’m sorry I tricked you into getting your number, Damian is a good friend. You looked so beautiful, I thought you weren’t real. I was literally speechless as I fear you noticed‘

I look back and "he" is waving.

Really nice one.
My ex and only boyfriend was not into 'wooing' I'm afraid if I dare attempt to write, it'll turn out even worse than horrible. I'll just comment on other people's stories.

LitQueen:

Really nice one.
My ex and only boyfriend was not into 'wooing' I'm afraid if I dare attempt to write, it'll turn out even worse than horrible. I'll just comment on other people's stories.

Thanks dear.
Lol,it can't be that bad...try making something up with guys who have walked up to you.

I have never wooed anyone before oo

bibijay123:
I have never wooed anyone before oo

Write something before I shoot you.

LitQueen:

Really nice one.
My ex and only boyfriend was not into 'wooing' I'm afraid if I dare attempt to write, it'll turn out even worse than horrible. I'll just comment on other people's stories.

Seriously... ?

Divepen1:
Write something before I shoot you.

lol ok then.

Divepen1:
Seriously... ?

Yep

LitQueen:
Yep

Imagine you were a guy, how would you talk to a lady.

Hmm

"Why is your hair red?" He asked

"Red is my favourite colour" I answered, irritated by his disgusted expression

"So? I like green and you don't see me turning myself into a Nigerian flag"

I roll my eyes so backward I see my brain. It was filled with thoughts of him.

He reached out and intertwined his fingers with mine, whilst pretending to be so busy staring at the stars above us. After minutes of comfortable silence, he pointed to the darkened sky.

"You see that one? The shiniest?"

"Yeah?"

"That's not a star. Its a satellite pretending to be a star."

"Teacher!!" I hail, intentionally bumping into his side. I was as close as possible to him, still, I wanted to be closer. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to grab my waist and pull me closer while our lips melted into one another.
I wanted him to whisper and give me that shivering feeling.
I wanted him to want me.

"When I'm wealthy I'll buy one"

"Buy a star?"

"Buy a star." He smiled.

"Just because it happens in cartoons, does not mean it happens in real time"

"Oh please" He rolled his eyes "of course I can buy a star"

"Oh really? Who are you going to pay to? And what currency would you use?"

I heard his beautiful laugh. "We would cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Lol... Babe that's an uncrossable bridge"

"Is being your lover an uncrossable bridge?"

I stopped.

"What?... uh... Timi I-

He laughed again. "Ha. Babe I'm just playing with you"

I narrow my eyes at him. "Fùck you"

Instantly, I'm against the wall. His hands, at my sides, cage me.

"I know you want to babe. I know you want to. I know that's all you think about every single fuckìn minute. I know my voice makes you shiver, my whispers make you melt. I know I turn you on. I know-

He lowered his voice

"I know you want to fùck me"

He covered his face with his eyes in seeming exasperation

"And the good Lord knows I want to fùck you too."

Niyuu:
"Why is your hair red?" He asked

"Red is my favourite colour" I answered, irritated by his disgusted expression

"So? I like green and you don't see me turning myself into a Nigerian flag"

I roll my eyes so backward I see my brain. It was filled with thoughts of him.

He reached out and intertwined his fingers with mine, whilst pretending to be so busy staring at the stars above us. After minutes of comfortable silence, he pointed to the darkened sky.

"You see that one? The shiniest?"

"Yeah?"

"That's not a star. Its a satellite pretending to be a star."

"Teacher!!" I hail, intentionally bumping into his side. I was as close as possible to him, still, I wanted to be closer. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to grab my waist and pull me closer while our lips melted into one another.
I wanted him to whisper and give me that shivering feeling.
I wanted him to want me.

"When I'm wealthy I'll buy one"

"Buy a star?"

"Buy a star." He smiled.

"Just because it happens in cartoons, does not mean it happens in real time"

"Oh please" He rolled his eyes "of course I can buy a star"

"Oh really? Who are you going to pay to? And what currency would you use?"

I heard his beautiful laugh. "We would cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Lol... Babe that's an uncrossable bridge"

"Is being your lover an uncrossable bridge?"

I stopped.

"What?... uh... Timi I-

He laughed again. "Ha. Babe I'm just playing with you"

I narrow my eyes at him. "Fùck you"

Instantly, I'm against the wall. His hands, at my sides, cage me.

"I know you want to babe. I know you want to. I know that's all you think about every single fuckìn minute. I know my voice makes you shiver, my whispers make you melt. I know I turn you on. I know-

He lowered his voice

"I know you want to fùck me"

He covered his face with his eyes in seeming exasperation

"And the good Lord knows I want to fùck you too."

You are such a good writer.

MsNelly:


You are such a good writer.

... Thankue

'What do you think Harriet?'
I think you should shut up. She thought, but didn't dare say it out loud. Sandra's father owned this bookstore, alongside half the town.
'Lust wants, does the obvious and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles for birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love's a dictator.' She said and relished the look of confusion on the faces of the three blonde idiots she was unfortunate enough to be working with. 'There's no forest around here.' Sandra finally said and Harriet had to work hard not to roll her eyes. Instead she glanced down at her clock and gasped. 'Well would you look at the time Sandy, it's 4:30, didn't you have a date with James by five?' Sandra paled and ran out the door, her two minions at her heels. Harriet smiled and looked back to the counter, and straight into the brown eyes of the boy she was ogling earlier. 'The Bone Clocks, by David Mitchell. You've read it, haven't you?'
Harriet frowned for a moment, then realized he was referring to the quote she'd said to Sandra just now. 'Yes I have. And apparently you have too.'
'Yeah I loved it. Hey, have you read the Orphan Queen Series?'
'Sometimes we hate in others what we despise in ourselves.' She quoted and he grinned at her.
'What's your favorite series?'
She had to think for a few moments. 'Well it'll definitely be the Percy Jackson series. I just adore Rick Riordan.'
'Really?' He leaned on the counter towards her.
'Yeah.'
'Well there's this book convention downtown on Saturday, and I hear Rick Riordan's coming.'
Her jaw dropped and he chuckled. 'Please say you're not joking.'
'Honest to God, he's coming.'
'Wow.' Her shocked expression changed to a disappointed one. 'I would have loved to go. But the amount for the tickets would no doubt be too much for me.'
He tilted his head to the side and studied her for a moment, smiling. 'I have two tickets, wanna be the Annabeth to my Percy?'
She beamed at him, eyes glinting with happiness. 'I'd love to.'



I was literally cringing as I wrote that. Please feel free to tell me how terrible it is.

Girls kini

Anyway, booked.

"I don't believe in love. It doesn't exist, just an illusion, something people make up, an imagination. Yeah, that's exactly what love is!" I said while making sure I look straight into his eyes.
He has to get the message, as in this is absolutely ridiculous! Love? Loooove? My ass! It's just a mixture of lust, admiration and respect. The most overhyped feeling in this world yet the weakest. It goes away so quickly just as fast as it comes.
He stared straight back at me. His eyes... his eyes... they... like chocolate, dark chocolate that's what they look like, so dark, almost black. The usual spark wasn't there, the spark that made the pair sparkle just like diamonds, but instead it held... it held pity?

"This is absolutely ridiculous, Kate!" he said, flaring up.

"Yes it is!", I screamed "Absolutely ridiculous! Your 'I love you', 'you are one in a million', 'I want you to be mine' do not move me!"

For a reason tears were rolling down my cheeks. Stupid body! What is it doing?! Producing tears as if this wasn't what I wanted to hear, as if this was not what I wanted to make him understand! Happy, that's what I was supposed to be, to feel!

"Words that's all they are" I said, trying to gather my sh*t together....desperately, even to myself, "well, well those kind of words do not move me" I choked out.

Why the fvck am I sounding like this?! Man, what the hell is wrong with me?! This is so embarrassing! Wasn't this supposed to be just as easy peasy as the others?! Saving boys from their stupidity, their ridiculous and not existing love? In fact not for my sake, I am not the stupid one, they are! I have done this countless times but why the hell is this different from the others. Why am I crying? Why am I so silly? Why is HE so annoying?!

He leaned forward, muscles flexing under his chocolate skin unlike his eyes, milk chocolate. Eyes, that were still full of pity. Why pity?!
He leaned forward again, I moved back. He looks so unsure, so frustrated, so forlorn, then suddenly angry
"Do not move you?! Or scare you? Doesn't exist?! Or you run away from it? You are right about something though. This is so ridiculous, YOU are so ridiculous!'

"How dare..." I started

"Let me finish!" he shouted and I flinched back. It occurred to me that we were alone in the park, only surrounded by benches and trees. It was getting dark. It was silent too...too silent. I moved back, again and again and he followed. I had to go, I was scared, HE was scary not because he'll hurt me, at least not physically but because it hurts. No it stings! It stings AND hurts, like my heart was being pierced by many tiny knives. Just that in this case the knives were his words.

"You are scared of commitment!..."

"No ..."

"You are scared of getting attached, giving your all to someone! Of getting hurt, taken for granted! Of trusting because hey, then the person will have the power to hurt you. Then you'll no longer be in control, in control of your feelings and that's what you like, being in control!" He laughed, a bitter one.

"Kate when I said I have fallen for you, I didn't mean I have fallen in love with your smile" he said, quietly, almost whispering....as if too scared of scaring me away. He smiled, his crooked smile.
"Well at least not your smile alone. Kate I have also fallen in love with your scars. We are meant to be and I'm not giving up on you. Not when my world revolves around you. I am going to break the walls you built around your heart because they will be useless. I will make sure you don't have to build them again, that I promise you."

With endless tears still running down my cheeks, my breath coming out in gasps. I did what I had always done with ease but today with the opposite, I turned around and ran as fast as I could. He was scary, very dangerous, he was right. He saw what others weren't able to see, he saw past my mask, through the mask I have learnt to believe myself, I have fooled even me myself with. He was right except for one thing. He has already broken those walls.


**********************************************************
Still running, crying and thinking of him, I said to myself no wonder his eyes and skin reminded me of chocolate, I'm craving for one!

LitQueen:
'What do you think Harriet?'
I think you should shut up. She thought, but didn't dare say it out loud. Sandra's father owned this bookstore, alongside half the town.
'Lust wants, does the obvious and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles for birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love's a dictator.' She said and relished the look of confusion on the faces of the three blonde idiots she was unfortunate enough to be working with. 'There's no forest around here.' Sandra finally said and Harriet had to work hard not to roll her eyes. Instead she glanced down at her clock and gasped. 'Well would you look at the time Sandy, it's 4:30, didn't you have a date with James by five?' Sandra paled and ran out the door, her two minions at her heels. Harriet smiled and looked back to the counter, and straight into the brown eyes of the boy she was ogling earlier. 'The Bone Clocks, by David Mitchell. You've read it, haven't you?'
Harriet frowned for a moment, then realized he was referring to the quote she'd said to Sandra just now. 'Yes I have. And apparently you have too.'
'Yeah I loved it. Hey, have you read the Orphan Queen Series?'
'Sometimes we hate in others what we despise in ourselves.' She quoted and he grinned at her.
'What's your favorite series?'
She had to think for a few moments. 'Well it'll definitely be the Percy Jackson series. I just adore Rick Riordan.'
'Really?' He leaned on the counter towards her.
'Yeah.'
'Well there's this book convention downtown on Saturday, and I hear Rick Riordan's coming.'
Her jaw dropped and he chuckled. 'Please say you're not joking.'
'Honest to God, he's coming.'
'Wow.' Her shocked expression changed to a disappointed one. 'I would have loved to go. But the amount for the tickets would no doubt be too much for me.'
He tilted his head to the side and studied her for a moment, smiling. 'I have two tickets, wanna be the Anabelle to my Percy?'
She beamed at him, eyes glinting with happiness. 'I'd love to.'



I was literally cringing as I wrote that. Please feel free to tell me how terrible it is.

see...it wasn't that bad

Not after purging fleshiness evolved from my H-region, I knew the difference between being loved and being in love, is that little "in" that strucks me with its escapades.

Looking out of the window, i could see him- a 46-athletic body straddled by heavy kerats. I could feel those liquids elope, as i stared at his bare-hooded chest. A close neigbour: the oppposite-- Changed my wardrobe, just to get his spikes. All to No looks, No stares- which i needed badly.

Today, coming back from my workplace. The dusk had gained Pace with the on-coming streetlights casting shortened shadows. Crossing the road, I felt a figure follow me.

"I never knew, Angels are afraid of Death" the figure mouthed, i could be less suprised , if it was those guys, but hell no!!. It was "him". I could feel that red spot gather up at my cheek.

"Uhmm!!"
"Can i talk to you?"

The question was a mere ragball. I could feel that tingling sensation swell in my margin.

"Uh!!"

Sitting in the bench-dock beside him, i couldn't feel the rack from work.

"Do you know me?" ,he says,"you may not, but i know you, A lady who gets bites, seeing a bare-kerato"

The words were hurting. "Was he insulting me?", " does he notice me, when i stare at him?

"Ermm, If this is.."

"No need" he cuts in "You are a prostitute, A lady with no sense of tolerance and a lustful mare" he said, shining his magical teeths. This was the peak of it.

I couldn't get myself to insult him.
I was so much...

"Thanks" I muttered, some tears has rode down my cheeks as i thought about the insult. I made to leave, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Listen NJ, you maybe all this things i called, but am worse because you own my heart and i can't control myself even at the glimpse of your feet"

Fictional..
Am not a Girl Tho..lol