The Chronicles of The Mexican Horse Thief IV Eugene and I started going out again, without any women with us. One night I saw that years ago in Froggo’s I had chosen my backup very badly. We were in a bar in Strand, it is right up against the sea and when the tide is in the water is below the side windows! Big sign, “No Jumping out of the windows.” A predominantly Afrikaans crowd was in attendance on this particular evening, but hell, some of these Afrikaans meisies are cute. Eugene seemed to like the one in particular and was staring at her, she had 3 okes with her, one obviously the boyfriend. He took exception to this. One thing lead to another and Eugene just left me to it. The term ‘dumb Dutchman” is not very polite, and I know a lot of Afrikaners, my friends are anything but dumb. These were, two went swimming, the sign did not mention throwing out the window, and the way they charged left no option but to let them continue, I could have being hurt otherwise! The third lost interest and worried about breathing for a bit. Ironically I found Eugene in the parking lot. The next jol we went on we were in The Pub With No Name in Somerset West. Here we met a woman I had seen around and spoken to when hanging out with Dave and Sarah. Melony. Attractive and a body to die for, but from day I met her she gave me an itchy feeling and not the one you are thinking about. My instinct is good and I live by it, most of the time. She was with 3, that bloody number, young guys, drunk and in trouble. She had offered the goods and now remembered she was a a young mother and had a responsible job, well that was my immediate assessment on the situation. She saw us and immediately told the young guys we were her body guards. What crap was this?? I am not interested, Eugene promptly sits down with them.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 11:07:50 +0000
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