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globetrotter2 wrote:Dating mishap. Too many to pen down but I will just narrate one which was very odd;

It was in London anno 2008; I came from Brighton where I was attending an event to Victoria station. Just when I alighted, this beautiful lass (she had a posture of a greek godess, eyes that said I am all yours, lips that craved for kissing and a distinct voice) approaches me and asks me in broken English; "I want to go North Acton station and I am not familiar with the tube system" whereupon I said the magic word "walaaal" followed by other seductive words; inadeer, abaayo. She felt reassured by my words that I was a somali. Her eyes lit, my balls were on fire. She was hijabified; jeans and sports shoes. Yet, something in her eyes told me that I might hit jackpot. I told her, inabti I will take you anywhere; used somali typical hospitality. We took the tube and already I could suspect that beneath this hijabified woman was someone else but I kept my cool; played my role as the good samaritan. We talked about what I did, some political discussions, she talked about her life, I talked about mine. Acton here we come. We left the platform and to the house she want; I was about to say goodbye when she said in a thick accent " you could come with me, there is no problem; apparently, she was visiting her auntie (I am still of the opinion that it was not a true aunti parse but a relative). We approached the house and a middle aged woman opened the door; My companion - Sahra- introduced me as " odeygeygii waa kan": I was trapped; I kept a brave face. We went inside; the hijabified woman went into one of the bedrooms and came out a different person; she wore dirac , like the good old days and lit a cig. By now, I was fearing what was to come. I was realising that this was not the usual somali date that I had done before. What do you do walaal asked the aunti in perfect oxford English. For one reason or the other , by lust was experiencing the laws of diminishing returns. I suspected that something sinister was in the making. I replied - " I am an adult movie producer"-anticipating that this will fend off the perceived onslaught and allow me to leave this forsaken house ( forsaken because the atmosphere was threatening). Suddenly, the auntie say that is wonderful and went upstairs. Meanwhile, my date - or presumptive date who was silent asked "do you want to cast me?". By now, my lust was hitting rock bottom; I was shivering with fear and I said I have to meet someone in Ealing....

yungnfresh wrote:Did I upset the eloquence out of u?

gurey25 wrote:

globetrotter2 wrote:Dating mishap. Too many to pen down but I will just narrate one which was very odd;

It was in London anno 2008; I came from Brighton where I was attending an event to Victoria station. Just when I alighted, this beautiful lass (she had a posture of a greek godess, eyes that said I am all yours, lips that craved for kissing and a distinct voice) approaches me and asks me in broken English; "I want to go North Acton station and I am not familiar with the tube system" whereupon I said the magic word "walaaal" followed by other seductive words; inadeer, abaayo. She felt reassured by my words that I was a somali. Her eyes lit, my balls were on fire. She was hijabified; jeans and sports shoes. Yet, something in her eyes told me that I might hit jackpot. I told her, inabti I will take you anywhere; used somali typical hospitality. We took the tube and already I could suspect that beneath this hijabified woman was someone else but I kept my cool; played my role as the good samaritan. We talked about what I did, some political discussions, she talked about her life, I talked about mine. Acton here we come. We left the platform and to the house she want; I was about to say goodbye when she said in a thick accent " you could come with me, there is no problem; apparently, she was visiting her auntie (I am still of the opinion that it was not a true aunti parse but a relative). We approached the house and a middle aged woman opened the door; My companion - Sahra- introduced me as " odeygeygii waa kan": I was trapped; I kept a brave face. We went inside; the hijabified woman went into one of the bedrooms and came out a different person; she wore dirac , like the good old days and lit a cig. By now, I was fearing what was to come. I was realising that this was not the usual somali date that I had done before. What do you do walaal asked the aunti in perfect oxford English. For one reason or the other , by lust was experiencing the laws of diminishing returns. I suspected that something sinister was in the making. I replied - " I am an adult movie producer"-anticipating that this will fend off the perceived onslaught and allow me to leave this forsaken house ( forsaken because the atmosphere was threatening). Suddenly, the auntie say that is wonderful and went upstairs. Meanwhile, my date - or presumptive date who was silent asked "do you want to cast me?". By now, my lust was hitting rock bottom; I was shivering with fear and I said I have to meet someone in Ealing....

Wow stop bragging .
not many men can keep a level head in such a scenario.
i dont know if i would have bailed out or not.

gurey25 wrote:i am a reformed wadaad these days, and i dont kiss and tell,
you may trawl the snet archives and dig up some unsavoury stuff from a few years back.

globetrotter2 wrote:

gurey25 wrote:i am a reformed wadaad these days, and i dont kiss and tell,
you may trawl the snet archives and dig up some unsavoury stuff from a few years back.

is your catch line "Allah said..? That line works alot. I tried once but was immediately exposed when I lit a cig.


I have this feeling that your most memorable experience concerns meeting someone from the internet.