Romance to blossom after CHOGM

I'm not sure how I know this but after the hectic CHOGM break, I can't help but feel that romance has set in for me. The pointers have mainly come from discovering that my body is producing more and more pheromones than usual. Well, for those of you who do not know what they are, you'll learn that they are the chemical compounds produced by our bodies to attract and influence the sexual behaviour of the opposite sex. How do I know this, many of you might ask? The answer is simple; judging by the attention i'm receiving lately, I can't help but confirm my suspicions.

While still on the issue of pheromones, I've recently added a brand new Arab guy to my club of "men who are interested in me". I can't help feeling good about this since he's really cute and by the admission of his email address, he's a prince! We've all dreamt of being treated like princesses but for me, this is a journey i will partake without a second thought.

As for the Biker and Q, I finally set it up so they could meet each other. My simple rule has always been that the new entrant gets to know about the incumbent while the incumbent gets to meet the new guy as a friend. I must confess that it was more exciting than I'd anticipated. Q ended up admiring the Biker's bike and test rode it after i prompted him to do so. Since that day, the Biker is careful to ask if Q will be at any of our dates and Q is just the least bit suspicious of the Biker's intentions.

The weekend that was!

I started off the weekend by borrowing countless movies from the video library near my crib on Friday evening. I decided against going out and opted to stay in with the Biker. The night was proving to be ordinary when my phone went off. For some reason, i forgot to turn it off and it was the ex from Bagdad on the other line. Because of my loud ringtone, the Biker and I woke up and he could not help listening in on my conversation. I tried to respond to all the ex's jokes and anecdotes with monosyllabic answers. The importance of this was not lost on the Biker. After an uncomfortable seven minutes, I told the ex that he'd woken me up and would have to call me during the day so we could talk at length. He guessed that I was up to no good because shortly after hanging up, he sent me a text that was heavy with sarcasm about why I had chased him off the phone. Anyway in order for me to quell the situation, i promptly turned off my phone and was then given the third degree by the Biker who had gotten curious as to why I wasn't speaking freely with my late night caller.

On saturday, i figured that it would be wise if i left my schedule open to allow me time to recover from the bad blood that was brewing around me. One of my toy boys chose this night to call and wanted to invite himself over. I made some excuse as to why I couldn't see him because i never wanted to take any chances of getting caught in my game.

I woke up on sunday in a brighter mood and decided to wash and roll my hair. I was impressed with the final results. I left for a CHOGM meeting at the Sheraton and prayed that the rain would subside so I could join Q and his buddies for lunch. The meeting went on until about 4.00pm when i rode to Naalya to meet Q. As luck would have it, his buddies had left for other engagements giving us time to enjoy each other's exclusive company. Being a Sunday, i never intended to drink too much but i found Q's company very relaxing that i just kept going on and on.

At about 11.00pm, we decided to call it a night and since we were in Naalya, the nearest place to rest for the night was Q's crib in Kiwatule. We were both too wasted when we got home that we relegated all matters of intimacy to the wee hours of the morning. We were both feeling very revitalised this morning when we got down to the hanky panky. My mind is now extremely alert and i guess I will be able to accomplish a number of my deliverables that have been pending due to my luck of inspiration. If I am ever to head the Human resource team of any organisation, i will stress the imporatance of our worker's fulfilment of conjugal rights because I'm a strong believer in their impact on one's performance.

Now I must wait to hear from the Biker. Hopefully, he's gotten over his jealousy.

Dejavu

As i rode to work this morning, I was confronted by a scene so familiar I couldn't help feeling like it was a set up. Today I met a biker at exactly the same spot along the Jinja road traffic controls where I'd met "the Biker." Amazingly he was riding a similar bike and I must confess he did look hotter than the current Biker.

I tried to dodge through the traffic but he pulled up next to me and complimented me on the fact that I was a female rider. If it had not been for the different date, I'd have sworn I was dreaming of what had happened on the day i met the Biker.

He tried to engage me in small talk about where I'd bought my rodeo bags and he said he liked my bike. I found this statement faulty considering that he was riding a beautiful Honda Shadow that looked exactly like the one the Biker recently sold off. I deliberately refused to volunteer any information about myself and let the opportunity to get to know him pass me by. I am however convinced that my big excitement is drawing closer especially after spending a long uneventful night with the Biker.

Pondering my next move

Just when i thought my boring day couldn't get any worse, I was asked to attend a meeting with some scholars in the evening. Q's call asking me to be his date at the comedy night was timely. I however couldn't join him until about 10.00pm. I watched about three skits and then proceeded with his buddies to the bar.

All this time, I'd not heard from the Biker and had also made no attempts to communicate to him. At about 11.00pm, he sent me a message wondering where i was and what I was up to. I ignored this message for about an hour when I replied saying I'd call him on getting home.

After getting wasted with Q, i was in a happy mood when i finally called the Biker. He told me he had been up watching a movie while waiting for my call. I decided to spare him the detail of having been with Q all this time. He had the nerve to question me about why I'd gotten home late and i begun to wonder whether I'd allowed him too many liberties.

He told me how he is looking forward to spending time with me tonight and yet Q had said the same thing as I bade him farewell last night. I'm now torn between a night out at the Rugby Club with Q or a night in at home with the Biker. My mind has not been made up yet and I guess my final decision will be determined by the better gambler who will call me first.

Feelings of detachment

I don't know whom or what to blame for my current state of affairs. Just when I'd started basking in the feeling of belonging that came with seeing the Biker almost everyday, it has suddenly lost its appeal. I am now back to this place where my heart is craving for a little excitement. I must confess that I hate routine, a fact that convinced me that I would never make a marriage work. How is one supposed to go through life with a mate when the mate suddenly becomes boring? I think marriage and all it represents is torture that stems from self -confinement as soon as one says "I do".

After a prolonged silence yesterday, I called up the Biker and lied about how much I'd missed him just so he would not question me about my shenanigans of the previous night. He sounded pleased by my call and promised to see me later in the evening. By the time he got home, I'd already showered. We made small talk and he seemed disinterested in the Bob Marley documentary that I'd rushed home to watch. I was not amused by the fact that he couldn't care less about the Raggae legend. Anyway, I must say the evening was boring and I tried to imagine what life would be like with a husband like him. I thought being in a relationship had its advantages like watching something you enjoy together and critiquing it as a team? I guess I was wrong about that too!

The Biker left my crib at about midnight and I can't say I regretted him leaving. Today, i feel the least interested in matters of the heart and can't wait for the next big excitement to come. I only pray it comes soon.

Two-timing gone bad

Yesterday was a challenging day for me. I deliberately refused to commit my evening to anyone and decided that the first person to call with the prospect of spending time with me would be granted the honours. As luck would have it, Q made the first call. I readily agreed to go for a drink with him but promised to pick him up after I was done with work. I then made a call to the Biker and told him that I was not going to be free until about 9.00pm.

On reaching Q's work place, we were both plagued with indecision over where we should go. He made the suggestion to hang at a bar near my crib. To me, this translated into a long night with me at home. I was not prepared to take the risk of the biker finding us so i suggested that we go a bar called "The Office" in the Kamwokya ghetto instead.

We enjoyed a somewhat quiet evening and decided to switch phones for some peculiar reason. I realised on putting my sim cards in Q's phone that his messages were saved on the phone and not the sim card. In order to save a desperate situation, i brought this fact to his attention and we exchanged phones for a while. I was then able to remove any incriminating data from my phone. While he was fidegeting with his handset that at the time bore my sim cards, the Biker went on a sudden SMS spree. Q got curious after the third message and asked who the Biker was. This was after he mistakenly read one of the messages in which the Biker asked that I should let him know when I got home so he could pass by. I downplayed the Biker's importance in my life by telling Q that he was an acquaintance i'd recently met.

After that flimsly excuse, i guess it was jealousy that made Q refuse to listen to any of my excuses about my need to return home early. I was forced to ignore my heart and decided to stay on to keep Q happy. By the time i got home, the Biker was nolonger interested in visiting me. This I can confirm by the fact that he has not called me today. Since I've just had lunch with Q, I couldn't care less about the Biker's silence but i hope he is over his anger by evening.

The morning after

Before you get all excited, I'm not talking about the morning after pill. The issue here is the morning after great sex. I begun to understand how people with female bosses know exactly when to ask for a raise and get it. Reason, yesterday everyone in my office was able to guess that I'd had great sex the previous day.

The thing about great sex is that you are left with a feeling of euphoria for a long time. I had sex on my mind as i went about my chores yesterday and my mood betold of the same. It was while i was still experiencing this natural high that i got home and decided to cook the Biker a hot supper just to prolong the inevitable. Amazingly, being domesticated does feel nice sometimes! I guess it stems out of watching someone enjoy a meal that you've cooked.

After dinner we moved to the bedroom to prepare for our daily shower ritual but never made it past the door. The feeling of euphoria was still with me and it was foreplay enough. In a short while, the Biker and I were groping each other and in a record three minutes, I'd climaxed to the western jazz! What surprised me was the fact that I've never liked that partiular style. With the Biker, the ideal position has always been one of those complex greek angles like theta but this time, my body needed the least amount of prompting. I guess its the idea of being touched by one guy while your mind is still savouring the memories of another's touch.

To be honest, I'm loving this life and have no intentions to stop soon.

Retracing a ninja's footsteps

Following my earlier communication to the Biker, I decided to break free from his clutches so as to make myself available for anything that may come up over the weekend. With a few days to CHOGM, I found myself working late on Fridy night but finally went home to the Biker. In the morning I let him know that I would be at work for most of my day. I retruned home at about 5.00pm and cooked a sumptuos dinner which i shared with K. I deliberately ignored his sexual advances and limited all his movements to my living room. He left my house a disappointed man at about 10.00pm.

On Sunday, I woke up early to go to church to witness my niece's baptism. I was charged with putting things together for the afternoon party at Kembabazi's. On arrival, i received a call from Q wanting to invite himself for lunch at my house. Common sense and tradition helped me interprete this as a booty call since being in the confines of my house with Q has always resulted into one thing. I made my apologies and promised to drop by his place after my party.

Being the MC at this event meant that I had to rush through all the formalities like cake-cutting and presenting the new christian with gifts. At the first sign of nimbus clouds, I made a quick dash for my ride and told all guests that I had to seek adequate shelter before the skies opened up.

I got to Q's crib but to my chagrin, I found his cousin visiting. I tried to contain my imaptience by reminding the football crazy cousin that there was a big match coming up that he didn't need to miss. On my cue, the cousin bolted leaving us alone in the living room. Q hurriedly drew the curtains and like a budding flower reaches out for sunshine, we reached for each other and devoured ourselves senseless. We kept telling each other how much we'd missed ourselves. I am now a strong believer in the english adage that "a new broom sweeps well but an old one knows all the corners."

I'm back after a long hiatus!

After this sojourn, I'm compelled to apologise for the unexplained silence but it was mainly due to the fact that my schedule had suddenly gotten so tight leaving me with no time to attend to my blogging duties.

Anyways, I'll let bygones be bygones and continue living life to the fullest. I guess the break has also helped me to come to terms with my true self. In the last two weeks, I was able to recollect my thoughts and to tune my emotions back to the place I've always wanted them to be. The reality of how much i'd changed was spelt out for me by a good friend, Barbra who expressed shock at the fact that the word boyfriend had suddenly crept into my vocabulary.

Now that the work that was keeping me very occupied is finished, I've set my sights on reconnecting with all my beaus, Q especially. I was out for a drink with him two nights ago and he told me in no uncertain terms that he expects to reclaim his "full rights" to me now that I have no other excuse.

This revelation led me to break it down gently to the Biker . I can't say he took this news too well but I was glad that my truthfulness about the situation with Q helped me avoid having to tell many lies.

Lets see how these changes will affect the players in this drama.