Luke didn’t come with me to Dar. About two hours before we were meant to go to the airport he called to say that he had a crisis at work that he had to take care of. The plan was for him to take the next flight. I flew to Dar and got on with my day expecting him to fly in that evening. Then called to say that the earliest he could make it would be Saturday afternoon. I wasn’t even supposed to be in Dar until Saturday, I was only staying for the weekend because I wanted to spend time with him out of town (and away from Thembie). My last minute cheap ticket didn’t allow for any changes so I was stuck in Dar, alone for the weekend.
Ok, I lie. I wasn’t alone. Remember David, my ex. The Kenyan guy who works at the same organization as me but in the Tanzania office. The one that I accused of cheating on me but then realised that the woman in his house that I was screaming at was actually his sister. Yeah, embarrassing. Anyhoo, he’s still in Tanzania. He’s still hot and he doesn’t seem to be mad at me for going bonkers on him late last year.
Before you jump to any conclusions, no – nothing happened. I did stay at his house, we did stay up late (talking!), it was great to see him but nothing happened. He has a girlfriend, she lives in Nairobi. I have a boyfriend, he lives in Kampala. We were two unavailable friends with a history. He listened to me talk about how perfect Luke was with the exception of him not turning up to our get-away weekend. I listened to him tell me about how perfect his girlfriend is with the exception of her pressuring him into setting a date three months after their first date.
It was good to catch up (and that’s ALL we did!).