Haunted hotel

The Ugandan town of Fort Portal is home to one slowest talking people, the Batooro. I was given the opportunity by Coca Cola to travel to this great Kingdom. My reason for travelling will not be disclosed but for some reason I was fascinated by different things.

Well, I had to book myself into a hotel for the night. Across the horizon I could notice a pink lacework as the sun was beginning to set west of this blessed town. I walked looking for a hotel that would suit the money I had. Not that I am a broke guy but coke was paying the bills. Thanks to them by the way. Along the main street as buildings began to light up, a hotel. I’d rather not mention its name. Confidentiality is of the essence. So I got the counter. The manger, casually dressed in blue round necked shirt welcomed me to the hotel and the usual hullabaloo. But I was struck when the manager asked me something.

“Well Sir should I bring a girl for you, for the night?” He asked.
I looked at him, felt like laughing and could not help look at the guy. Then to myself I said.

“Do I look like a guy who needs a one night stand? Well maybe because my hairstyle. My afro makes me look old.”

“So where are you going to get this girl am you are going to give me for the night?” I asked him

He then with simple smile said to me. “Just say yes and I will just dial the number, she will be here in no time.”
I was shattered.

“So do people actually ask you for girls when they get here?” I asked him.
“Of course they do. I’ve already made six calls today,” He replied me.

It is amazing. He actually thought I needed a girl. Oh my.

“Well Ssebo I do not need a girl for the night. I am fine the way I came. Just make sure I have everything I asked for,” I told him

Well I went to my room and was quite uneasy. It was like a gal was going to knock at my door and ask if I needed her services. After close to an hour, I moved to the hotel lobby to watch the events at the reception. I watched on and noticed I was kind of the only person going to sleep in my room. The room was quite cold.

Whatever happened in the rooms, I could not help but eavesdrop. Some were my neighbours. I turned my music up and slept in uncertainity.

Making the first move

Most of the people will think making the 1st move is so easy but my God it is just so hard. I beg for some protection here. I have always wanted to tell this girl how I feel and its not been so easy for me for some years. There are things you always fear.

1. She is going to ask you who gave you the feelings

2. She is going to ask me whether I am the first boy to have seen her.

3. Probably she will think that you are nuts.

4. You may not want the shame of being blasted like a golf club.........

5. She will pretend not know what you are going to talk about...

I have done this for some good time. I always tell my boys with confidence.
“I like that girl and bet on it am going to tell her how i feel.” East to say. But by the time I get to her, it is another story. I start my normal Jazz.........

Is that crap? No it aint. I have always seen myself as a confident boy but some things bring me close to my toes. By the time I am going to tell the girl they already know. They wait for me to talk. It is annoying. Can’t the girl ever make the first move?
Girls please!!!!!!