Ah, the simple life. I admit I’ve been rather apprehensive regarding my new-found status as a single man in Harare. Being with one person so long, and never having to go through all that bullshit, has led me to view the ‘scene’ with some trepidation.
It’s kinda funny how the old habits return though. Like the roving eye – I’ve suddenly started noticing shit. How that chick at Mannenberg could easily carry a tray on her ass if she wished. Or how your friend’s cousin is actually rather cute when the light hits her Just So.
You also start noticing how hot your female friends are. But you know you can’t go there, cos I’ve been there, and There. Be. Dragons.
Really though, the dating scene just seems kinda blaze to me now. What do you do, where do you go? Call every restaurant in town to find out if they’re serving any food, THEN ask her to dinner? Or hang out with your female friends and hope for …uhm… residue? (I know Mel, so wrong!)
Okay, you know what? I really can’t be arsed right now. There’s cricket on, the Rugby World Cup starts in a coupla weeks and I really don’t want to be fielding midnight phone-calls for a while.
Besides, we’ve always got Tipperary’s. And Keg waitresses.
Disclaimer: Yes, I know I’m not over it, but if you knew how I felt … ahem. Anyway. Move along, there’s nothing to see here…