. not having what society would like to refer to as a 'bae' has taken its toll on me , I'm constantly writing and thinking of how to approach the next 'bae' that comes into my life and funny enough in my attempts to find the weaknesses that have led to numerous relationships failing I found nothing , "maybe they were the weak links" , I conclude . Instagram is nothing but a beautiful way to spend your data , the endless " thirst traps" and the twerk team girls that nobody really cares about, but that ass though ... I have decided that I will not go to clubs looking for my next wife after an incident I do not wish to repeat , I found out what the term 'clingy' meant and I defined it according to your local hoodrats . apparently it is wrong fir a guy to be with a girl for more than twenty minutes and that if you were with a girl for longer than that you were 'clingy' . I spent an hour with a girl and was really beginning to like her and seeing myself with her , which was the first mistake . secondly I held her hand everywhere she went , not to mention I stood outside when she had to run to the loo , I was what every guy in the club didn't want to be and I was proud to be given such a title . I didn't 't want to seem rude or anything so I offered to take her home , not in my my car of course , I walked her home . I have very strict rules when it comes to letting girls into my car , she either has to be one of the finest women in the club or ... yes , that's basically it . In another fruitful attempt to find a bae , it failed , not because of me but because women in the club don't appreciate beautiful, clingy being such as myself and spend half the night trying to dodge the bullet that is clingy guys .
after walking a great distance to the girl's house , I realised that I never got her name but this didn't bother me as this would turn out to a one night stand . when we reached her door she asked if I would like to accompany her in an I replied " no . " , I refused to conform to the conventional goodbye kiss and walked way , content with myself . On my way back to the club , which had closed by the time I got back , I saw a young lady sitting outside alone waiting for transport I assumed . " Would you like a lift home? " , I asked . and she just looked at me with no reply and stood up , she met the criteria so she was allowed to get into my car . While walking to the car she smiled and said " sure , stranger . I'm Zama " , I stuttered and replied , giving her my name too . I opened the door for her as if we were going on a first date , and watched her get in and thought to myself , what the hell are you doing? . On the way to her desired destination , she said " they're not expecting me till later on , can we go to your place ? " , I had no expression but a smurk on my face " Okay?" . My place was clean so I had no worries , I opened the door and invited her in and the cliché " would you like anything to drink? " followed . she made it clear that she'd rather get to know me when she called me over and asked me to sit next to her , then began interrogating me and this is how the night proceeded , we got to know each other and sat up till 5 o'clock in the morning just talking . In my head I had now turned from the clingy guy in the club to the guy who went home with a girl who was once a complete stranger but now a girl that could possibly be my 'bae' and of course , land up in my bed . Every part of my body was just aching to tell this girl how amazing I thought she was , but I resisted . We had gone from sitting on opposite ends of the couch to right next to each other , this was beautiful . she looked really tired but I didn't say anything , soon I felt a touch on my shoulder and realised that she had fallen asleep . I couldn't have asked for a better night and morning .
