I am a woman. I love being a woman and I would like to be treated and
appreciated as a woman.
I may be independent, but for crying out loud
what happened to the generation of men that made a woman feel like one?
I may have my own house and my own car, but it really disgusts me when a man comes up to me and asks me to buy him lunch, phone credit or a new shirt! It is especially annoying when a man flashes me over and over again expecting me to call him back and all that he asks is that “So.. can I come to your place for tea?” Men, style up please! This is the reason some of us ‘independent women’ refuse to be engaged in any form of relationship or marriage.
Two days ago a ‘gentleman’ asked me to dinner. 'Please meet me at the Cellar- one of the posher restaurants in Nairobi' . I was free and did not particularly feel like going home nor going to the cinemas alone, I decided to go out with him. A few minutes to dinner time, he calls me and asks me to pick him up. He is accompanied by three other men whom I assumed were getting a ride only to my disappointment that they were actually joining us for the meal. You see, I assumed that dinner was just meant for the two of us! Anyway, he ordered five sumptuous mixed platters (believe me these cost dearly) and a cask of red wine. As soon as were done with the meal he ordered dessert. Mmmm..my favorite. I enjoyed myself very much. His friends were really funny so I did after all not mind their company. I have never laughed so much in a few hours.
The beautiful waitress then brings the bill and something is whispered to her ear by ‘my guy’. The next thing I know the bill is brought to me! The lady politely informs me that the gentlemen have no money and have directed the bill of 8,945 shillings ( yes, I still have the receipt) to me. I have never been so angry and disgusted. When a man asks me out I expect him to pay the bill. If he cannot pay the bill I would appreciate it if we talked about it instead of sending a waitress my way.
And finally when a man asks me, “So sweetheart, would you be kind enough to drop us home?", I will say “Just a minute please I need the ladies.” I will then go to the reception, call for the most expensive cab and tell him to drop the gentlemen home at their expense and then get into my car and go home. That’s what I did, and I am hoping that those gentlemen will never make contact with me again! I have made sure off that.
Any funny man out there who fancies being next?
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