LESSON 2: Manipulation or Trick Master.

          Part of being human is to have been manipulated upon by others or to dish out our manipulation tactics onto others. But I must say being manipulated upon is no laughing matter though it generates admiration towards the individuals pulling such stunts. Manipulation is D’s favorite dish best served with tricks and deception.

            We all know doing one thing repeatedly becomes boring, so too was dating regular girls for D. He decided it was time he up his game, instead of normal girls, D wanted high class and expensive hookers. He wanted to game them without paying a cent. Don’t be amaze by this for I too was amazed when D brought up the idea to me.

             It was Saturday night; the sky is fully light by a full moon making every bit of star visible in it. I can remember it as though it was yesterday. D goes to this spot renown for harboring hookers and sees this gorgeous chick (a 10 for that matter). He then decides he will game her to prove his point to me about his new and exciting life (let’s just call it adrenaline rush). He moves towards her, walking tall with his chest pushed out and shoulders broaden, tilting his head sideward to make perfect eye contact with her since he was slightly taller than her. “Hello” he said and began opening her. Six minutes later, after telling her all those rubbish a guy will tell a girl whom he wants to…, they moved into a bar closer to the spot where they were standing. He is D the player; he has played the game rightly, so I thought.

              About four hours later, I heard a knock on my door so I rush and had it open. To my greatest surprise was D standing in the door way looking furious, demoralized, pitiful and completely broken down. This is what happened; D had taken this chick to a bar where he had spend 12 US Dollars on her (you can guest the amount in an African country. Quit a lot of cash).D is an average Joe like us and 12 US Dollars is a deep blow in his monthly allowance. After this much spending, all D end up with, were the chick’s name (Angela) and her phone number and the statement “you are going to sleep with me when pigs start flying”.” READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVICE”.