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| Friday, February 10, 2006 |
| Between the Victimisation and the tales of Woe |
Is the day when the men all over will be Victimized, oppressed, abused, (insert appropriate descriptor here) all in the name of the evil-genious plan, more aptly called:
Valentines
"Not again!" another time of dread for the ever broke brother with a big heart.
Whoever woke up and decided that this *special* day would make up for all the missed chances at another farce called Love should be hung by the neck or the three chinese tortures be duly administered to him/her.
It is at this time that we brothers wish we had been posted to Kakuma or any other inhospitable place where there's no form of communication whatsoever (u hear that Safaricom?) It is at this said time that we are bound to show how we care, *i could choke* love and appreciate our ladies. Woe unto you if you had many! Research has proven that only women and computers are capable of multitasking! I digress.
The story:
Picture me in the morn, all cozy n stuff, feeling like the CONQUEROR, for planning to skive my date (read hell). A little too smugly i came jobo, to find me some mail from this.... tis...... lemmi not name names, she prolly has some way of reading my mind..
so on reading the kawa mushy stuff, agony on me was that she had a surptise for me, just that i had 2 show up. Simple.
Called her 2 tell her i couldnt make it, she was like, "then i'll come jobo and surprise u."
heh, u know i had 2 show up.
Followed J's advice, tafutad a kawaida joint, settled on Walkers hapo KenyaRe building. Lo!
Si (obviously) i told her i couldnt make it 4 dinner coz of jobo (and also i knew i would have had to break the bank, and am a cheapskate to hell), i had 2 plead with her 2 accept the offer 4 lunch.
What i didnt jua is that nilikuwa nimepangiwa deadly. So si like a kondoo (my primo Maths teacher used to call it "kodoshe"), i jifikishad tao, picked her from jobo, Very lovely flowers indeed(if i may say so) and proceeded to walk her to the prescibed place (gari kitu gani).
Food:
Cost me a pretty bunch, but that was the start.
The one decided to order some fancy stuff to taste, tot kwa tot. Yup i never juad i had tagged a wine taster (read: Mlevi) along with me.
First off: some fancy wine, i politely smile.
then a sambuka, O! the blue one, had to have. With a loose guesture i agree. By now i was gnashing my teeth, wooden smile on my face and a k left in my pocket!
The Plot
This chick i have been dating on and off for some coupla months, suddenly decides that today is the day of reckoning for a brother.
No wonder she was "tasting" all the unique stuff. For guts she tells me.
By this time am looking for an escape route, not really sure if i'll survive the bullSh she has tengenezad for me. She finally asks me how i feel for her. *Dammn you to hell*
For real i dunno what 2 say, she has time, she has decided not 2 rudi jobo till we settle this issue of me hitting on her kiholela-holela
By now some veins have started forming on her forehead, me am busy trying to formulate a completely useless answer to satisfy her, i take some time to breathe by telling her to "ngo srow on the tundrinks". The topic of drinks is soon over.
The end:
I hate causing a scene, so in as many words as i could conjure i tried telling her the truth (as she wanted to hear). Sadly my efforts are rebuffed with a curt answer, "please get to the point."
Kawaida, i start asking questions of my own. Am like "I dunno how you feel about me, so i really cannot be in a position to tell you how i feel."
My question:
How do you tell a lady that you love the occasional rubs and the onetime sexual encounter, and that is what keeps you coming back? |
posted by Sammie @ 4:33 PM  |
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And say what? And risk forfeiting the said goodies? No way!
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You just say it. "I love the occasional rubs and the onetime sexual encounter, and that is what keeps me coming back."
Easy peasy.
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Poor woman!
Dont do that to her.
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I say just be direct: seems like you want to be friends with benefits. But she wants a boyfriend. Feelings may be hurt, but better now instead of later.
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And say what? And risk forfeiting the said goodies? No way!
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