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Recollections.



 She walked in like the way pageants do, small, slow confident steps. Her striking beauty with rich melanin skin as she exuded an air of confidence with every step she took. Her presence commanded attention as her long legs gracefully carried her forward, each movement as a testament to her poise and self assured-ness. You should know that there is a special place in heaven for ladies with long legs. 

We had been talking for the past few days on Instagram, she sent me this picture of hear seated at the beach...having the best of what life had to offer and I "fell in love"...then we exchanged numbers and talked alot more on WhatsApp. It was my first time-to my recollection - to feel that close with a lady we met on the streets of social media. It didn't feel strange or odd. For a fact, we both seemed to enjoy this, and the obsession grew. We could have been talking about dogs and trees and stars and all those seemingly weird stuff you guys talk about that oddly feels interesting.

But now she was here and we had to talk face to face and I remember thinking, this is going to be hard. But the soothing music in these Art CAfe  cafeteria made an enabling environment as these slow rhumba beat did play a role in soothing our..no, my insecurities. At a point I did feel like she is out of my league. Like she could have been with some mubaba somewhere enjoying those gifts that come with being beautiful in our day and age ...or some tech dude working in Kilimani, driving some latest version of a subaru. 

We went through the niceties, as I summoned my confidence...to rise up to this occasion...at least, I did try you know.  But guys what do you guys talk about on dates?😅 Image credits:Freepik.com

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