To All The Uni Boys I Ever Loved(pt 2)

about 200 level

Jul 11, 2025

I forgot to add this in part one but I went to a girls only secondary boarding school and had never had a boyfriend which is why I was really eager to have one. ‘

It also explains why I didn’t get the music thing cause I was genuinely staring at this boy smiling at me thinking, “He must be really interested in getting my review of the song”

Meanwhile, the young man was praying in his mind that I didn’t reject his love confession.

Too bad. I didn’t even know it was a love confession to begin with.

Anywho, 100 level passed, no man. But I was not deterred.

I went harder.

E the First Boyfriend

In my regular seat in chapel, there was a guy that was flirting with me in increasing boldness. I didn’t want to be there the day he finally grew the courage to confess and I unfortunately had to reject him so I moved seats to avoid the awkwardness and to prevent his heartbreak.

Where I moved to is where I met this next guy, E.

Now E sat with two of my friends that were together. He was their official third wheel.

I know that seems rude but it was the reality of his situation. Whenever the guy wanted to see his babe at night, he would ask E to accompany him. They would walk outside together, the guy would see his babe and ditch E.

Even in chapel, the guy and his babe would be whispering sweet nothings to each other and E would be beside them, fast asleep.

Frankly E didn’t mind it, but it irked me, so I started sitting with them and hanging with them (remember, I knew both halves of the couple)

E taught me how to crack my elbow(you know that noise that comes when air is released from a joint. I already do my fingers both ways) and we generally had fun together.

Holidays came and we spent the entirety of it texting each other. In the process, feelings grew.

By resumption, mine had dropped by like 10% (midnight texts and calls will have you feeling things) but his was still high.

I remember the day he asked me out. I came out, him and the couple were together. They saw me and smiled and then directed him to meet me.

So despite the feelings that I knew were dying, I said yes. (I was consoling myself that at least I’ll have someone to do Valentine’s with)

I thought maybe if we spent more time together, the feelings would grow back but in time they fell instead of growing. I was clutching at straws, anything cause he was genuinely a nice boy but the free fall didn’t stop.

Despite my internal torment, I continued to be a good girlfriend. There was only one issue we had: seeing him outside classes and chapel.

When I found out B (from part 1) had a girlfriend and begun avoiding him, I started staying in my room in the evenings, something I had never done since I entered the school, and I fell in love with my bed. To the point I barely saw even R (also from part 1) in evenings.

Like I used to tell anyone who wanted to see me in the evening that they had to buy me food, usually shawarma, and if they agreed, I would make my way outside. Most disagreed.

So yes, breaking up with my bed was a difficult task. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be seeing him every night when I just wanted to stay in and read a book or watch a series.

A short month later, feelings completely dead, I finally decided that I was being unfair to the boy and broke up with him. It was a sad day but I had had my mental breakdown over it and I was finally brave enough to do it.

And since I am of the firm belief that there should be at least a month of non-contact between an ex-couple so you readjust to life without each other, I stopped hanging with them and moved seats again.

That was when I discovered feelings are indeed fickle and the last time I trusted mine.

E and I became close friends again after a few months.

The In-Between

I spent most of my year in love with my bed, watching Avatar, Dynasty and any other show that caught my attention..

Weirdly in my self proclaimed singleness (Grownish dreams were deep in the dustbin), it was also the year that a lot of guys caught/confessed their feelings to me.

Two were close friends of mine who coincidentally confessed within a week of each other. The second friend was serious, the first was with another girl by the end of the month.

I made out with both of them(when they confessed) ,after making it explicitly clear that I just enjoyed kissing people (I kissed eight people total this year alone) and had NO feelings for them whatsoever. They were both okay with it and I’m still good friends with both.

Another was a guy that I sat in class with. We spent time together and platonically decided to find our innocent arousal points. It was with him that I found out that boys/men are very sensitive behind their necks.

I turned him on in class a lot, he got me once and frankly I can’t remember the spot he touched that set me off.

Our little body experiment ended when he confessed that he had caught feelings for me. I hadn’t caught anything.

There was another guy. We were close friends but everyone thought we were more. I had feelings for him but after being burnt once, I decided not to fan flames I couldn’t sustain and never confessed.

In our final year, I asked him randomly while we were gisting if he had feelings for me that time period and he said yes. Oh well.

There were like two guys who used the “I know someone who likes you, but they’re afraid to talk to you cause you give ‘I don’t want a relationship vibes’”.

My response to them was, “I’m glad it shows”

Then curiosity got to me and I asked who but they never said claiming it was unnecessary.

T the Proud Bastard

So, mid second semester, after almost six months of solo leveling, I met a guy.

I sat with my friend in a class and she sat with one guy that I hadn’t met before. He was cute, so I introduced myself. It led to us bickering.

We bickered the entire class. Over what? I don’t remember.

Then I asked our mutual friend for his insta.

He liked to read and I loved to read so we reached an agreement where I would narrate a book series I was reading to him and we discuss it. He didn’t mind spoilers and I loved talking about books I read therefore it was a win-win.

It worked this way for the first few meetups then we started simply hanging out and appreciating each other’s company.

When we noticed the switch, we made it clear to one another that we didn’t want a relationship. We shook on it. We did everything but sign a contract.

Then one day out of the blue, he texted me. Asked what we were doing.

Being friends? Duhhh. I have too fickle feelings to trust anything my heart says.

He said he had gained feelings for me against his will (I’m such an awesome person guys) and he was desperately trying to dead it. That his heart has been dead a long time and he really didn’t want to have these feelings.

I asked him if I should avoid him while he did that.

He said no.

I wished him good luck. Because is it me you want to lose feelings for? Lol

We continued our friendship.

Exam period came and he ghosted me. Told me he didn’t come online during exam periods but then I would see him online. I called him out multiple times and one time he actually snapped at me.

Now the thing is that T is proud in a subtle way. You don’t clock it immediately. Or at least I didn’t clock it immediately.

School ended, SWEP started(Student Workshop Experience Program. Its a thing for engineering students). I had kinda brushed him out of my mind.

Then I had heard rumors he was hanging closely with another girl and that little pest in my head that likes to be number one priority, raised her head and made me want to continue hanging around him.

But after two outright dismissals (this shit was so embarrassing guys), I freed it. Then my friend who was close to both of us told me the real story.

Apparently, T succeeded in deading his feelings but then it resurrected for another babe and instead of telling me, he decided to be an extremely rude motherfucker and chase me away.

Like he was being dismissal on purpose so I would hate him.

If he had just told me straight on that he didn’t feel anymore, I would have understood. I mean I literally broke up with a guy after a month due to no feelings. But since he went that route, I decided to hate him.

I was genuinely really so hurt that I converted my pain to hate.

I sat ready for every piece of bad news I could hear about the guy. And for every one I heard, I celebrated.

Eventually, I got over it but considering I still saw the guy around, I decided to physically torment him.

You know how I said I learnt boys have a sensitive neck? Well since he was bigger than me, anytime I saw him, I playfully pinched his neck. I actually accidentally drew blood one time when I scratched his neck (y’all have seen my fingernails).

Even when we became friends again. I never stopped. He called me violent till we graduated.

That’s a boy well tormented.

Since SWEP was basically a boring time (only 200 level engineering students were in school) and I had no roster (the guy I was talking to at the time ,N, I honestly didn’t like him much but he bought me lunch everyday and I couldn’t lose that), I decided to go into my self-proclaimed hoe phase.

And it was during this hoe phase that I started texting my worst decision till date.

to be continued…