part 3

This is highly inaccurate info coz I was under semi-influence of the drink that Russian’s are weaned on, Vodka..

As Pierre rumbled on and on about how the gal who had promised her “some” had a fine body to die for; an ample bossom,hour glass figure, hips like the moon’s curvature that would even make the Pope look twice….Blab la bla!, a lass gracefully entered the room. Actually graceful was an understatement, she literally glided into the room as if being carried by the wind. I immediately sobered up to behold this nice piece of……(fill in anything u have stood in awe of).As she neared my optical “snipping” range my mouth (which had been so widely open it could have taken in a bus) closed as I recognised who it was. To Pierre’s amusement I immediately ducked behind him so that the lady didn’t see me
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“Dude what is the matter with you?” Pierre bewilderedly asked

“For the sake of all that’s under the sun, don’t dare move an inch” I replied..
(I will skip this part coz it was rather embarrassing as the damsel had already seen me and heading straight to where we were)

Anyway the zib was that I had had a brief thing with this chick. I had told her that am not a party/night person and a tee taller; yet here I was, semi-drank in the middle of the night. I had dumped her with the excuse with the lame excuse that her everyday nocturnal activities made me insecure, and that we were totally different people.

However, the truth was that despite her good looks she had nothing else going for her. I would have endured if she was a blonde, but she is just plain downright daft; having a conversation with her tantamount to UTTER boredom, it was a torturous affair to say the least.
But let me not take the shine away from her coz she is a sight to be behold, she is a head-turner, a show stopper, traffic jam causer and she basks in the glory.. Man she was, she is, and shall always be FINE (till she pops some equally daft kids of course).

The flip side of having her by my side was that I became more popular with the boys, who wanted to know how I hooked her. And it also led to more gals wanting me; they must have thought that I must have something special going since I had beautiful damsel by my side...DUH! (have never understood gals psyche setup).
It was a match made in heaven, if it hadn’t been for her rather “minute” flaw; I had the brains, she the looks; I had the charm, she the elegance….SIGH!! it saddens me to this day, such looks all washed down the filthy drain of mental underdevelopment.


“Hey Njagala Philip” she called out, “Why are u hiding from me?”

“Hey Chantal how are you doing?”, I replied as I waved my wallet “Was just picking up my wallet that had fallen from my pocket”

“Thought you didn’t drink or stay out late”

“You are alluding to an illusion my dear”,I responded

“Huh! what you mean? You still use your fancy words I notice”

And then she took a pause, crossed her arms,and shifted her weight to one leg to try and figure out what I had meant.(since when did people strike a pause to think?)
She gave up after 2seconds and introduced some pot bellied fellow who had followed her and was now hovering over her like a vulture.

“This is Mike,a very good friend of mine;Mike meet Piere”

She didn’t bother introducing Mike to me coz I already knew who he was
Pierre shook Mike’s hand, but I had quickly occupied my one hand with a bottle and the other with my wallet so as not to shake Mike’s hand and just nodded lazily in his direction, leaving his hand in mid air….
See I and Mike had a history which started off when….

(TO BE CONTINUED SOON)