I'm not the "text him good morning and call it a day" type of girl.I'm a premium lover girl. 🤭.I love giving gifts.I love random surprises.I love spoiling my man
I love hearing, "Babe, this reminded me of you," and immediately opening my banking app because omo... now I want to return the energy.
Acts of service? Sign me up.
Gift giving? Inject it.
If I love you, just know your birthday has become my personal group project. 😭
I'll spend weeks stalking your Pinterest board, asking your friends suspicious questions, and pretending I don't care when, in reality, I'm planning to make you cry happy tears. Because if I'm dating you, I want you to feel intentionally loved.
I want you to randomly receive a package and think,
"This girl no well." 🤭😂
But...Have you people seen the price of literally everything these days?
Every time I enter a store, I leave with trauma. The perfume I bookmarked last year has increased.
The sneakers? Increased.
The wristwatch? Increased.
Even gift bags are acting like they're imported from heaven. 😭.
Now imagine me dating someone with expensive taste.
One random evening he'll casually say,
"Babe... I really like this watch."
And me, as a premium lover girl, my spirit has already shouted,
"BUY IT FOR HIM!"
But my account balance quietly whispers, "My sister... let's love him emotionally." 😭😂
Because tell me why one thoughtful gift can now cost somebody's monthly salary?
At this point, if I buy you perfume, please understand that I've entered my sacrificial season.
Don't ask me what's for dinner.
The perfume is the dinner. 😭
And don't let me love a man that casually mentions things.
"Babe, these Ray-Ban glasses are clean."
Clean indeed.So will my account balance be... because there'll be nothing left inside it. 😭😂
You people should pray for me.
Because my love language is fighting inflation every single day.
I don't even fear commitment.I fear opening my banking app after saying,
"Don't worry, baby. I've got this one."
Still, I hope I meet someone who understands that being spoiled isn't always about the price tag.
Sometimes it's your favourite snack after a long day.A handwritten note.That random ₦4,000 alert with the caption, "Go buy yourself something nice."
Omo... na things like this dey reset my brain. 🤭😭
Because the little things count too. I don't need love that looks expensive.
I need love that feels intentional.
Until then, I'll continue being a premium lover girl with premium taste and... a standard account balance. 🤭😭
Because honestly...
Love has never scared me.It's the debit alerts that are making me single. 😭😂❤️
About the author
Ojochenemi Al-Hassan
Professional overthinker. Certified yapper. Recovering crybaby. I write stories inspired by my chaotic life, questionable decisions, and premium emotions. If you laugh, cry, or do both... welcome. 😂❤️
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