Everyone around me keep asking about my girlfriend. How is she doing? they ask. I work as a nurse, some of my older co-workers will jokingly want to offer their daughters. A week rarely pass by without someone, either a patient or a colleague asking about my girlfriend. I went to my barber’s shop the other day, he was so interested in my relationship life. To find my way out of the discussion, I said she is fine. The funniest thing is that these things do get to me sometimes. Now all of a sudden, I subconsciously want a girlfriend. And I know patience is the key. A good woman is hard to fine nowadays. Most of the so-called pretty woman out there are some bunch of low cost prostitutes, pimping their bodies out, forgetting about what the future has in stock. Worshipping their beauty, forgetting ageing comes in a flash and will take everything with nothing left. All of a sudden, where did the beauty go, they ask? What happened? Life happened. A lady in my workplace told me about her daughter, thought it was all a joke, till her daughter showed up and she introduced her to me. I thought to my self, “yes you are pretty, but your are definitely not the one”. What is life? take this woman far away from me. what is the point of wasting my life?. What is the point? I observed a lot of people in relationships, people my age. “I love you”, gets into a relationship, get intimate with each other, then few years after they break up. That’s it?? “Love” they say, “Lust” I say. What is the point of engaging in sexual relations with 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 people, just to end up with one person for the rest of your life. That’s if your lust does not drive you out of your marriage. They divorce again, looking for another vessel to pour their lust into. Perpetual cycle!. See what you got yourself into, It all started with one, now you are on five counting. You made everything about you, kids after kids with different men. Father of 6 with 6 baby mamas. What is the point? Your kid now looked up to you, trying to become of better horrible you. You ruin a life, your sole purpose of living is to get into relationships. I don’t what to be you, hold on to it for me. I will keep controlling my lust, keep yours. I am not the weird one for being a virgin, you are the weird one for keeping your body counts as a trophy. What is your life? What are you? Masking your emptiness with vanities and more emptiness. What is the point of your life?