Midnight encounters

Ring ring!

Should I, shouldn't I? Hello, hellooooo? I hang up. What time is it anyway? 1 am. Hmmmm! This could be interesting. Take a deep breath! Dial number.

Did you just call me or am I dreaming?
No I didn’t!
What are you doing awake so late?
It’s hard for me to sleep without someone by my side.
Want me to come over?
Possibly.
Wrong answer!
Should I more specific?
Of course! Just say the word and I’ll take the next cab there!
More like the other way!
By all means, get here now!

[Idle talk for some time to recompose from my blatant slutiness]

Is your bed comfortable?
Very
Double bed?
Sure!
So you can maneuver?
Totally, major acrobatics, come check it out. When I’m alone, I just use half of it.
So you usually have people there?
Oops, I meant because I’m alone!
Too Late. I don't do crazy stuff like that.
Just take some weed, jump into your car and come over. You can blame it on that.
Ahh! I have an early morning presentation.
I'll give you all the inspiration you need for the morning.
Really, I have an early morning.
Ok, so we do drinks in the evening?
Possibly!
Ok!
[click]


Now why did I waste all that air time?

The Kiss

I met someone that I would call the perfect man for me. Taller, slightly older, slightly muscular, chiseled face, dark skinned, killer smile, great dresser, totally understands my puns, humorous, outgoing, sexy voice, a bit reserved, has more than two cents of wisdom.

I met this man in Kampla. He was here on a very short holiday from Nairobi and I’m here on business. First time I see him from a distance I know I would like to know more about him. I'm introduced to him by a common pal, but not as potential dates, thought we are headed to the hit the night lights together. He's quiet; I’m curious, and lustful. It’s been a while since I was totally attracted to someone like that. I strike the usual conversation starters. Where do you stay in Nairobi, what do you do, what brings you here? I blabber about my recent escapades in Kampala. He's responses are very to the point. I like that. My curiosity rises a notch with each passing question. At this stage there is one thing on both my heads :) I throw lustful glances at him all the time and he likes it. How do I get his number? I ask about his passions, he tells me, I offer to help him and voila, numbers are exchanged :-) The night comes to and end and we part ways.

I met him again the next night at a rugby joint, none of us really interested in the game, but we make so much noise, dancing, drinking. My slutometer hits the roof with every look that I give him! Later we enter the second level of conversing, and we exchange life stories. Is he seeing anyone? He's not sure. There is someone new, nothing written in stone. Good enough for me.

We met again the next day at a house. Perfect. Maybe I can satisfy my curiosity. I seize the opportunity and we kiss. The perfect kiss. He's lips are so soft and sweet. 15 out of 10 is the score. I get a real connection with that kiss. I am totally sold out. It’s a very intimate moment that we share that shall be etched in my memory for a lifetime.

We'll meet again when I get back to Nairobi. Is he the one? I do not know. All I know is that I will kiss him again, just to make sure. For now, I am contented with cherishing the kiss of the man of my dreams and I do not want to wake up just yet.

The seat of wisdom

About a month ago I set out on journey of personal development. The first step that I took was to delete all nasty material from my computer cause I realised it took too much of my time, that would better be utilised feeding my brain.

This last week I had the opportunity to interact with some one I can call simply a genius. And yes, I received most of the wisdom in a bar, my new found hangout.

He made me understand the importance of distinguishing between what's important and what’s urgent. He had the opportunity to study outside Kenya. While out there, he chose to forego the pleasures life I.e. Partying, driving, living uptown; to concentrate on his studies. Needless to say his grades were fabulous and he's doing quite well for himself as a result. I have observed him, and he's mostly adding to his knowledge, taking small breaks to drink or watch a tv show. Comparatively, I drink and slob all day. And I'm supposed to compete with such a person!

So the next part of my journey us to reduce the amount of bar time and tv time. I know i will suffer serious withdrawal symptoms, but I'll manage. What's important to note is that these changes are from deep within me, and I believe I can do anything I set my mind to do.

I cannot expect to be what I dream to be without doing the walk.

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!

The Departed

Last week one if the pioneer queens of Nairobi dropped dead! Literally! Apparently his heart just stopped. He had added quite a few kilos of late! I was shocked when I heard the news, traumatised even.

See he was one of those people that I really had no contact with, regardless of the number of times we met in bars. We'd exchange glances and that’s it. And really had no ill thoughts of him, though I did enjoy the occasional pun.

I was surprised when I actually felt a sense of loss at his demise. Why would I feel loss at someone I particularly did not care for? I guess its the fact that we shared a struggle for acceptance. A bond of sistahood. He was comfortable with himself in a way that did inspire people not to care much about what people said. And that was partly why I did not particularly get cosy with him. I guess i've learnt not to judge people, gays, by who/what they are confortable in bieng.

He has left a mark in everyone's heart who knew of him. I hope he now finds happiness. God keep him in peace.

Homewrecker

Now that's a title i thought i'd never wear, seeing that i do not have matching shoes!

So i'm at bar, having my umpteenth dring, waiting to be spoted by that hunk of a man with a six pack tighter than new braids! Along comes a pal, who i've known for quite a while. Its around midnight and we are totally knackered. So he take the opportunity to confess his long standing crash for me. And then wham! Lets shag! Hmmmm! He's hot, he's telling me all the right things, i'm horny but....

He has a man! Who i know! I so would have done it if him man was a stranger that i didnt care for! So i said no, well took a raincheck and run!

I have long considered myself a proponent of chastity in the gay scene! Well now i've jumped off that high horse! It is so easy to be sleasy, given the right mix. As i get older i think i do not consider dear what i would frown upon. Maybe its cause of too many years trying to be a nice guy and getting burned.