Hi. My name is Samborera

I've never sent an sms to someone I've not met beforehand. That was before Sunday. Now I must confess that I've thought about it before, but the thought of the random number I'd chose belonging to some dude always put me off. If I knew for sure that a certain number belonged to a chic, I'd probably have sent out quite a number of these. I'm surprised I haven't joined the bandwagon of sms dating/match making services. Perhaps a little too close to the lonely hearts column for my comfort. Besides, if I really wanted a number that bad all I'd have to do is hang out with the profilic duo of Kamikaze and 0.5 [the current version as opposed to the old one].

The reason I like sms is that you have time to think about something [witty/funny] to say. This is vital for those of us who don't have a constant stream of lines to mesmerise the ladies. I think I took an hour composing the thing. Do I use Samborera, or do I use Sam. Sam is more sexy, but is that the path I want to go down right off the bat. I'll keep it quasi-conservative. Samborera. [If this was to one anonymous Renisa, I'd of course have started, "Hi. My name is Mr. S". I tell you, I could get used to being called "Mr. S"]

Anyway, so how do you chat up a chic you've never met before, and have no get-out-of-jail situation a la "Do you come here often", "So you like lingala music". And stepping up to a chic you've been dying to talk to takes a lot of Dutch courage. I don't know how I used to do it while sober. Oh yeah. I wasn't sober. I was on drugs.

My one hour sms did pay off. She did reply. And not to ask what kind of moron I was. I can't have done too badly. I could get used to this. A guy can't get too much practice.