It’s a weekend. So you are kicking out a whole week’s stress in a pub in town. You spot a fine girl seated across your table and beckon her and she complies. You talk and binge until you feel you should now ‘know her better.’ I have no problem with you wanting to know her better. I know your ego is burning with the urge to let her see the refrigerator and the powerful music system in your house. Please calm that ego. Don’t take that girl to your room. Why do you want to wake up tomorrow in an empty sitting room? How do you just take a stranger you met in a bar to your room? This is Nairobi bwana. Please know her better (whatever that means) in a lodging and save your valuables.
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Today you honored your buddy’s bash invitation. That’s where you meet this hot chick dancing and twirling across the room. So she dares you to the dance floor and you take her on since you learned a few styles on TV the other day. And from nowhere you hear yourself tell her that you love her blah blah blah. And she says “ok”.
She also has expertise in smoking sheesha. Ken, don’t bother taking that chic’s number. I mean don’t advance your emotions. That girl is just out to have fun, not to make relationships. If anything, just tap and leave. Sawa?