All by myself

If its one thing I never thought I would do in Nairobi, it would be to enter into a bar alone and sit there alone! But of late I've been routinely going to bars without company. Of course my love for the bottle has fuelled this urge!

The good thing about being alone is that you can sit at a corner and watch people do their thing, kind of like big brother bar. There will be those who are giving the stories, then those listening intently, those putting their best vibes forward trying to coax that fly chick or guy, and those, like I, who are in a world of their own.

If I'm lucky, I'll get to sit next to one of those loners, with more luck they'll be hot, and with the best of luck they'll strike a conversation. Since I rejoined the ranks of the single, I have been quite the extrovert, striking conversations with strangers.

I guess the fun pat of meeting strangers in a bar is having the cake and eating it. For a couple of hours you can be hooked up, flirting, laughing, have your ego stroked and pour out your heart. Then pack and leave!

The hard part is having to jump into bed alone, without that good night kiss that will give you warmth all night.

I need a man!