THE SEXLESS IN-KEEPER.

Hello ghost reader, i hope you are well today. If your not, i hope you get better soon. I am awake. I guess that's all that matters. As regards to the rest after that, it all depends on me. To some extend i decide whether to have a good day or not. Today i must have a good day. I hope you have the same attitude.

Remember i told you we will share some secrets between us?? Well, this is mine. Hopefully the first of many. This is my story as the sexless in-keeper.  If you have watched how i met your mother, am not exactly sure which season, then you will know exactly what am talking about. BTW i hear the new season,8, is out now. Some say its the end i.e we finally meet Ted's wife and some claim 9 will be the last one. Either way am prepared for both.

So yeah, for those who are not sure what that title is all about, i will tell you. The story of the sexless in-keeper states that a guy meets a chick, maybe a drink or two ( you know the usual on what men do to get laid) and then while they are back at the room, the man will pull all stunts available to get some 'snooky'. The chick however, will have known prior that nothing will happen and thus she will only hangout with the guy for a place to crush for the night. The man of course is oblivious to this fact. BTW what is it with that issue of women knowing, at the time they meet a guy, whether they are gonna be 'lucky' or not. is it a fact or a myth?

It happens that one fateful night i also became a sexless in-keeper. My cousin and i had invited these two chicks to come over. One was my cousin's girlfriend and the other was to be my 'catch'. As it happened things got off to a good start. The lady and i were having fun. She seemed interested in what i was saying. Or so i thought.

After much introductions and catching up, we decided we were all going to a night club. The initial signs of this being a great night were written in the sky. It was upon me to make or break. We hit various joints before settling on one club. I am not a fan of  night clubs. Mainly because i suck at dancing and partly because i don't drink or so i keep telling myself. So you can imagine i was there all night, seated and hoping she gets tired so we could all return home. Home where i had 'big' things planned. What i lacked in dancing i more than made up for in my imagination. There were lots of thoughts racing in my mind. How i was gonna do it, in what position?, does she scream while at it?, is she a pro?, will i do a good job?...all these questions running circles in my mind at a go.

Finally it was time to return home. Much to my delight. While her night was ending, mine had just began. On our way home, the four of us, we kept silent. Am guessing the other three were exhausted. I on the other hand i was kept quiet by my thoughts. I had let my mind wonder around. The things that occupied my mind, unfortunately cannot be written here.

We got home. Finally! My cousin and her girlfriend knew where they were going to crush. I would be forgiven for thinking my guest was sorted too. I remember my cousin and i parting each other on the back. In anticipation of the night we were both gonna have.

When my catch for the night finally spoke, she asked me a very simple question. "Where am i sleeping tonight?' "In my room, on my bed." i gleefully replied. Her reply stunned me, " And you,where will you sleep?" At this point i forgave her for asking the obvious. "Of course on my bed" I replied, without any trace of anger in my voice.

She had declined this arrangement. She wanted to sleep alone, on my bed. Her excuse?, she was tired. What was i to do? I tried to convince her but to no avail. I am not the type to demand, so i gave up. She had won. She was on my bed while i was all alone in the sitting room. Not asleep but watching TV. I was watching the 4 o'clock news on TV while she was warmly cuddled on my bed.

The next morning i remember my cousin bragging to me of the night he just had. If he only knew my pain he would have been a little more considerate. I forgive him..lol. To compound my misery she asked me for the bus fare to her place. I thought this was a chick with no gratitude. I had spent on her, all the drinks she consumed, paid for her food, gave up my bed, and here she was asking me for more. For more money to take her home.

Every time i tell my friends this story, they keep telling me i was too soft. She should have been the one on the sofa and not me had she stuck to her gun. This prompted me to try again with another chick. Only this time the approach would be different. Maybe someday i will tell you that one too. Whether i succeeded or not. One day maybe, so keep it here. BTW its safe to say i have never heard from that chick again. And maybe i don't want to.

She had succeed in what she set out for. A good night and a place to rest her tired being afterward. And me?, I had become the sexless in-keeper!

So now you know, good day peeps. Take care.