I seemed to be third wheeling between the two of them when Alex remembered my presence.
“So, Vessa, still a Manizer, eh? That’s what they call you, don’t they?”
“Yeah, they do. What can I do about that?”
“Really? Why exactly do they say that?” Trish piped in, genuinely interested.
“Well let’s just say a quarter of a century of casualties or if you might call them that then, Relationships (though I don’t).”
“WHAT? Really? 25?” she looked flabbergasted.
“Yeahhhh…” I said.
“So who is the next prey? Eh?” Alex asked.
“They weren’t really “preys”! And well I am just not interested in playing around anymore.”
Alex stared at me long and hard. Trish looked at the expression in his eyes and I could feel that she certainty wasn’t happy.
“STOP staring at me! It looks creepy.”
“Well. Sorry. You just sound different in a very nice way.”
I looked at Trish with a side eye and groaned inwardly. I did NOT want Alex staring at me, I wished to tell her that. I started fidgeting with my phone. I wasn’t interested in Alex and I wanted to put her at ease so I made the excuse that I had some work, picked up my stuff, said my goodbyes and started to leave. Alex wanted to accompany me outside but I stopped him. I did not want things to get more awkward than they already were. I looked at Alex like, how could he be so dumb as to not realize the tension in the atmosphere and that made me wonder whether he was just stupid or simply slow in picking up the vibes.
[This is the story of Vanessa. She is an inspiration and amalgamation of various women I have known. She is you. She is me. She is real. She is bold. She is sorted. She is confused. A paradox of nature. A Manizer made by situations but turned philosopher by one man.]
Manizer? That’s not even a term.Really? So what? If there can be womanizers then there can be a term called Manizer too. There is Seductress, Temptress, Femme Fatale etc. but why isn’t Manizer part of the posse? That is what me and my friends called me MANIZER.
Not much of a story behind it. I had been through a volley of relationships and ended up dumping them. I was rated a Slut, a Hoe and a lot many other words because of that. Was my story ever heard? Naah! Not really! Not that I cared anymore (there used to be a time when I did). Time made me realize ignorance was certainly bliss.
Yeah, so what if I wasn’t into serious commitments? I made sure men knew that before they started dating me and no, this wasn’t because I was a bitch. I had already tried giving love a chance THRICE and they all turned out to be infidels so anything serious now scared the wits out of me.
A Hoe, A slut, whatever people might call me. I never seduced or tempted men but my tiniest advances got them hooked, they lusted after me (I had that charm and I was definitely NOT thankful for that). Also, I did not rebuff any flirtatious advances but I refused to risk falling for anyone again. So, you get it why the term Manizer seems more suitable, atleast to me.