Respect

No, I'm not Ali G. But I do like respect. This evening going home, the African guy asked where I live (I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't like that). My place is on the way to his place. He just wanted to make sure that I wasn't uncomfortable with him knowing where I live. I am not.

He's a good guy, and I can spot them on a mile's distance. So we shared a taxi. He dropped me off, and continued. We have now also exchanged mobile numbers, and I do look forward to see him again. Mind you, in a friend-type-of-way. Just so that you know.