One of the best girls I know sent me this little story, I think it details exactly the problem with the masculine half of the Cape Town species.
" I was at Oblivion on Saturday when a guy chats me up on the dance floor and asks if he can buy me a drink. So I said, yes, why not (a girl needs to have a few drinks, right?) and he went off to buy me a drink. he brought the drink to where I was chatting to some friends, and said "Come dance with me", So I replied "just a second I'm just chatting to a friend quickly, whereupon he said "No, you have to come dance with me right now - I have to leave to pick up my girlfriend from a party in a couple of minutes" - What an idiot!"
What and idiot indeed. He's lucky he didn't end up with red wine thrown at him... I would have liked to hear him explain that to his girlfriend...
I maintain what I have always said, boys in Cape Town are never happy with what they have, they are constantly wanting something better. They live in one of the most beautiful cities on earth, with some of the most exquisitely beautiful woman ever to be created, right there in front of them... and they treat them like dirt... Not an intelligent bunch these boys who live in Cape Town. So I've changed my mind im not immigrating, I'm gonna chase them into the ice cold Atlantic sea and import some new ones... any one keen to join me?
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What a Tool, the guy wouldn't last a minute in Joburg. Well I guess he would and that's sad. Love the blog, interesting to read from a guys perspective.
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