PICKING UP GIRLS AT EVENTS

It’s not always my vibe to pick up girls at events, Atleast I had never done it before. These chiles don’t go to events alone, they are either with their boyfriends, side niggas, brothers or male cousins. There’s always a male creature in the vicinity keeping an eye on her.

So, this fine Saturday evening I attended my friends’ event branded “Africa Dusk.” The atmosphere was promising; cute ladies (both petite and thick) kept on flooding in, good music from the 80’s blared in the background as my squad led by Teddy and Lisa, incessantly cracked dry jokes.

I rubbed shoulders with a number of people that I had met in previous Youthing Magazine events. Some I ignored, some I nodded to while there are some that deserved a warm evening hug.

It was circa 8pm when Chiwambo, my controversial niggah from Zimbabwe came up to me and asked, “yoh niggah, why you still alone, aren’t you supposed to be having a fine girl around you?”

“Is that a challenge?” I retorted, peeking around to scan my immediate prey.

“Of course, bruh!” He quipped, as he fetched out his phone.

Well, chiwambo has always known me as a coward when it comes to approaching and holding solid conversations with girls. I bet this was that time to prove a niggah wrong.

After a while, he taps my shoulder then whispers, “There’s a girl seated there alone.”

I made big strides towards her and sat next to her.
“Hi, why is a fine girl like you sitting alone here?” I pick up.

After a long chuckle, “I am just having a good time.”

“Ooh, awesome, and what’s your good name?”

“Antonia, you?”

And now, that was the chance to market myself. I told her my real name, my surname and my cryptic moniker. I roundly told her about The Youthing Magazine and even went extra miles of stripping up my jumper to show her my branded tshirt (I showed her my abs in the process, fam.)

We engaged in a deep colloquy. She told me about herself. The more she talked the more I wanted to listen. In the midst of the conversation, two guys showed up, snatched the cocktail she was holding then rushed back to the crowd. She later mentioned that that was her bro and cousin.

“How young are you?” Ladies have a way of escaping this question. As anticipated, she gave me the same, same, same cliche response, “ladies never tell their age,” she sneezed then added, “but am turning an year older in a months time and you?”

“Am also turning an year older in April.”

“No, you are kidding, when exactly?”

“23rd.”

“Noooo, for real? Mine is on 22nd!”

Well, this seemed to strengthen the bond even more. We made plans of combining our birthdays and all that nonsensical bucket list thingy.

That’s when I took her number.

Later on, while dancing, after introducing her to my lit squad, I realized that we had alot in common, like alot; from being ‘twins’, to not knowing how to dance, to being great fans of jcole, to having passion for writing…etc

I could see Chiwambo giving me the ‘you made it’ look from a distance.

The event was close to a closure, her brother came and it seemed like they had to chuck. We talked a little with the bro then went back to my squad after earning a 2-minutes hug from Antonia.

“Don’t forget to text me, but if you forget it’s okay.” She said as she sashayed her way out of the crowd.