Which means rabbit-mouth Kenneth is also off the hook, because I was thinking, since I am the big news in the whole place, I should make my welcoming place for the women something in keeping with my status, which is why I have chosen the famous Cape Town Lord Nelson Hotel as the meeting place.
Chicks will be so busy being impressed by what is happening that I will probably successfully circumnavigate the bruised egos when they see that I am not particularly interested in any one of them, just fleetingly interested.
because I intend to, as long as I have the time and the people are still out there, walk around taking as many women as I like, and then, when it is all over, I will not be feeling so tied down. Which means they have to be ... a LOT ... of the women. I guess the point to all that is because I can barely sustain my own life, I can not even make any great effort to survive, so, the more women I get, the less the individual demands each has on me, the more variety [hence less boredom, my greatest depressant]; and speaking of variety, after this morning I have decided that the women I will have can be of any nation as long as they are not black. I know of a Chinese woman I left in Zimbabwe; exquisitely beautiful, who would serve to rub an uncle of mine's nose in it when I take her, just to show him that I am not the useless, dumb fool he took me for.Yeah, when he reads this HE will know who I mean, and that will spoil all his business deals because when I left home, we were at loggerheads over my taking revenge for the way he had treated me by trashing his place. That was too little, I will hurt him right in the balls this time.
This morning though, I was rather tense when I went up to Happy Valley to shower, because God had done His 'I've-got-something-to-show-you' bit, and I was wondering just what would happen. Got there, made my usual cracks with the kitchen people, then went to have a shower, and came back, and while waiting for the bakkie to be made ready for the daily trip to Fish Hoek and surrounds, I went again into the kitchen. [Now, I normally used to come, wash their pots and then, because I do not eat porridge or drink the coffee they serve, I would get my pick of something better. For the past few days, somenone else has done that, and so Ijust backed off, but talked anyway to the people because it was relaxing to just unwind sometimes] Now one of the cooks, a coloured lady, whom I spoke of before, whose older daughter used to saty at the place and with whom I had developed a nodding acquaintance, well the lady, not the daughter, has a boyfriend in the place, and I always gave them a wide berth, but today the woman git me talking about Malawians and their habits, and while I tickled their ribs by describing their behaviour, she said, when I talked of how they were eager to show to anyone when they had money; "I should get myself a Malawian boyfriend". I let that slide, actually, come to think of it, it happened BEFORE I showered, and then, after I showered, I came back, the guy was there, and he , as if responding to some signal I did not pick up, went to the lady and kissed her, repeatedly, before leaving.
Then the lady did a curious thing.
She warmed some pies, while I and this other guy swapped some yarns about my past, with me stretching the truth a little so that my whole life would seem less bizzare, and when she had done so, she wrapped them up and gave them to me.
That got me to pay attention, and for the first time I noticed the slight disparity between what she said and the tremor in her voice [when one is not telling the truth, one tends to rush over certain parts of one's speech, and the uneven cadence is easy to read if one pays attention to the... whole person, not just the words] when she said that I was a friend of her daughter [the elder] became as noticeable as a rent in her skirt would have been.
Suddenly realised what the lady was REALLY saying, and I thought, hmm, fine then.
Anyway, these are the types of women I like, the women who show their interest because I can not stand having to drag anyone anywhere, and while they probably ahve less of an idea than most just what lies instore for them, I am happy enough to have them around. Decided that she AND her younger daughter Adrianne would do fine.There appears on the whole, more white... eh, blood... than black, and if someone had not pointed out the relatioship between mother and daughter the first time to me, I would never have guessed it.
So, that is how it is with me,yess?
NOW, about THAT business of the day:-
Of course, one thing I know about michelle is that she twists evenst to suit herself, and would probably right now be ignoring my ... promise to her... because she thinks I will come round.YEAH, the things she will feel around her are my hands wrapping themselves on her scrawny neck and chocking the life out of her, because I just WAIT for her to be stupid enough to make her move, and overlook me one more time.
THEN there is the rest of the OSC. mmmh, should be an interesting day, YESSSS!
