I’m thirty-nine going to forty. At my age, I’ve seen it all. I’ve loved some and lost some. I’ve said no to many women and a lot have said no to me too. I’ve broken many hearts and many have broken mine. My heart is like a war veteran. He has seen too many deaths on the battlefield so nothing surprises him again.

Four years ago, I took a break from the dating scene when my girlfriend left me and married a rich guy six months later. I was at her wedding. I hugged her and wished her well. I don’t hate her. If I were her, I wouldn’t choose me over that rich guy. He had everything while I had little something. She made the right choice.

When she left, I decided to take a break and come back stronger. Four years later, I’m back.

I met Ama. I loved her vibe so I went straightforward; “I want you to be my girlfriend.” She asked, “Just like that?” I said yes. She said no.

I moved on to find another woman who’ll say yes to me. Days later, I met Ama and she was complaining that I didn’t love her enough and she was right that she said no to me. To her, I should have stayed and fought. I should have chased her when she said no. To her, that’s what true love means.

There was Juliet. She said yes and we started rolling. Weeks later, Juliet is accusing me of being a womanizer. She screamed, “You proposed to Ama and proposed to me too. How many have you proposed to? Are you going around proposing to anything in a skirt?”

“Ama said no, so I moved to you. What did I do wrong?”

She said she couldn’t date a guy who proposed to her friend. I said OK. The next day, I was on the road looking for another woman I could love. Juliet is back accusing me of not loving her enough.

Seriously? What is wrong with you all? You all want to be fought for?

Please, some of us are too tired to fight. At my age, I just want peace in a woman. You say yes, we go. You say no, you go. What’s too hard about this?

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Guys, is that how you all are doing in the love scene? You stay and fight? Please, you’re destroying the market for old bones like us. We don’t have the energy so kindly stop fighting over love. You’re spoiling the chances of those of us who can’t fight. Or I’m too old?

—Edward

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