From there I decided to go back to the old me. Live a responsible life and find a decent girl to date. But for some strange reasons when you want to play it clean, every decent girl you meet is in a relationship. You always hear “You are a nice guy, you will find the right girl for you”, “I really like you, any girl would be lucky to have a boyfriend like you, but I am in a relationship” ,“You are a cool guy let’s just be friends”.

That’s the hard part about it; you become a victim of a friend zone. But enough about that as we all know life moves on and it does rain in the desert at some point, and when it does it pours.

I was in the back sit of a taxi, coming from Cape Town taxi rank to Bellville. There was this gorgeous lady sitting next to me, she had the entire package if you know what I mean, even though she was looking a bit older than me. Thanks to the bag she was holding, I noticed that she was from school. She was busy chatting on her blackberry, then she blast to laughter.

I smiled trying to break the ice.

“It’s nice to have a blackberry, you just laugh alone while you are with people,” I said.

“Nah man, I’m just laughing at this silly joke my friend sent me,” she said trying to control her laughter as she passed the phone to me. I joined her and we laughed at the joke together. From there we started chatting and I found out that she was renting a flat in Bellville.

“Since you are still studying isn’t the flat expensive?”

“It is, but I am sharing it with a friend, so we split the rent.”

“That’s good then… I thought you were staying alone, I was gonna pay you a visit and maybe you were going to cook for me.”

“Ha-ha-ha and what made you to change your mind?”

“Nah, I don’t want to make your friend jealous.”

“Don’t be silly man she will understand, she always brings her man.” It looked like things were going OK until she shouted “Thank you driver.”

After the taxi stopped she made her way out without saying a word. I followed her and got off the taxi as well.

“How far is the chemist from here?” I asked her.

“About 30 minutes away, you shouldn’t have gotten off the taxi.” She said taking a step away.

“No, the thing is I didn’t get your name.” I said following her.

“So? What are you gonna do with my name?” she sounded like she was not interested.

“Or let’s just say I was still enjoying chatting with you and we were still talking about that visit.”

“Were you serious about it? “

“I never joke about such things… or unless you are a bad cook and you don’t want me to taste your cooking.”

“Well, I’m definitely not a bad cook. I can cook very well.”

“Then when are you going to invite me to taste your cooking? “

“Ha-ha-ha I don’t know man. Are you on Whatsapp? “

“Yeah I am.”

“Let me add you and we will talk.” I gave her my number.

“So what are you gonna save them as “The guy I met in a taxi”

“Ha-ha-ha no man I’m not like that. What’s your name?”

“Sira and you are?”

“I’m Siwe.”

“Wow, nice name Siwe, lastho lakufanela, hlobo omhle ngalo– your name suites you, you are so baetiful.” She blushed.

“Hay sundibhangxa andimhlanga mna – don’t fool me I am not beautiful.” She said with a smile. “If you were not I wouldn’t be cruel and lie to you.” I said smiling back at her. “If you say so, thanks then.”

“Let me run to the chemist before they close, we will chat on Whatsapp.”

“Sure man, go well.”

“Haybo, just like that I don’t even get a hug.” I said getting closer to hug her, she allowed me. Man, I never felt such warmth in a while. I couldn’t let go.

“OK, that’s enough.” she said pushing me. “You better run its almost 5 now.”

Later that day Siwe contacted me on Whatsapp and we started chatting. Ever since that day chatting to her became a habit.

Hay’kaloku Siwe I’m still waiting for that invite

I reminded her that she’s still needs to invite me to her flat.

Haybo Sira usekulanto- are you still going on about that.

Lol a promise it’s a promise kaloku.

Ok, cool ndiyabona… I was gonna say come 2moro coz I dnt have classes bt wena u probably attending

Ok, you don’t do that to a guy. I was only going to go to school only if I was writing a test. Since I was not, guess what I chose?

It’s ok I wil come, ziyabhora anyway iclasses zam ngomso.

Tomorrow then around ten.

Sure, can’t wait 

The big day came. By 10 o’clock I was sending Siwe a “Hi, I’m here.” message.

Give me few seconds I’m coming, she sent back.

Ok, as a guy you know when you are visiting a lady that you have potential with, you must carry condoms in your wallet for just in case something happens. Even though sometimes they can be in your wallet forever and you can even start to think that they are the ones that are bringing bad luck.

“You can come this way,” Siwe instructed after we exchanged greetings.

She was wearing a mini skirt and a white vest. I couldn’t help but to notice her stunning legs and her cleavage.

“Sorry there no chairs in this room but you can sit on my bed.” She said as we entered the room. I took the sit. “We only have coke in this house I hope that’s fine.” She said going to the kitchen.

“Yeah coke its fine.” I shouted.

“You can drink so long while I am preparing something to eat.”

She came back with the food and we started eating. Here is the thing about a mini skirt, when she sat down all her thighs we showing off and I couldn’t get my eyes off them. She was a yellow bone. Yeah gents, I know what you thinking. When we were done eating she took the dishes to the kitchen.

She came back and played a movie on her laptop. About 20 minutes watching the movie she laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her. There was a moment where I was unclear about a scene in the movie, so I asked her to clarify it for me. As she was explaining she lifted her head to look at me. I couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying; I was busy admiring her bright and sparkling eyes and her beauty. I guess I thought too much that I ended up kissing her.

She responded. We removed the laptop to the floor.

“Do you have condoms?” She asked as I was taking off her mini skirt. Fortunately I had two condoms in my wallet.

“Yeah, I think I have some in my wallet.” I said taking them out. There were only two of them. My wallet could only accommodate two. Anyway I didn’t go there with intentions to have sex and beside in such situations you hardly get more than two rounds. But hey, on that day I guess it was my lucky day. I was having good time; running out of condoms didn’t matter.

“It’s OK Sira, I’m on the injection.” That’s all I needed to hear.

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What do you think of Sira?