The night before my birthday I was in M’Bour for fall break with my friends, so we went out to dinner to celebrate. Walking back we naturally split up, since twelve is a lot in one cluster. I ended up walking with my friend Mike, and I blame him for this event (although we are able to joke about it now). While walking with Mike, two men around our age approached us and struck up conversation, not uncommon. They asked us where we were from, how long we had been there, and told us about themselves. The conversation naturally split, so I was talking to one man, and Mike to the other, and I walked with the one step or two behind Mike and the other man. The man told me it was too bad I was leaving M’Bour the next morning, and if I ever came back I could stay with him and his family, his mom would make me ceebujen (Senegal’s national dish, delicious rice and fish), and he could play guitar for me. I told him thank you for the invitation, and Insha’Allah (God willing) I would come back, actually meaning, yeah right. We got to the front gate of our house, and I said goodbye, but he asked me for my phone number. I told him I didn’t have a phone, so he settled by giving me his. I said goodbye again, but he leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head sharply and quickly so he would catch my cheek since I couldn’t avoid it entirely. This is when I found out that the man was actually a ninja, because he was able to maneuver and peck me right on the lips. I was pretty shocked, offended, taken aback, and a few other things, so I froze for a second. I was only able to turn my body, essentially boxing him out, to get inside the gate when I heard him say “Un autre, un autre! [meaning another]” over and over again. Inside the gate, Mike was there waiting, having arrived about ten seconds before me. He teasingly asked me if I got another number, and I answered, “yes, and a kiss, thanks for the backup!” Note: Mike is not a good wingman.
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