You’re cute… but you ain’t that cute!

I can’t tell you how much it annoys me when good-looking guys think their looks are the key to everything. Now I know not everyone is lucky enough to brag about a gorgeous face but hey, an individual’s good looks will not stop my landlord from knocking at my door every end of the month, keep cash power constantly on, pay my water bills or keep me well fed for that matter.I’ve seen and met some arrogant people before but this guy was special. I watched as he walked around the place with his beautiful face held high for everyone to see. I watched as girls whispered to themselves and grinned when he looked their way. I really admire Kigali babes, because when they want something (or in this case, someone), you are foolish to think that they won’t go for it. Man, this guy had ladies all over him.As the night progressed, the beautiful man kept jumping from table to table, mesmerizing girls – and even some guys! I then left the table to go to the ladies and when I got back, there he was talking to some people I was with, looking like Prince Charming himself.I decided not to look at him; I could tell he loved attention, so I admired the Amstel bottle in front of me instead. As if he hadn’t gotten enough attention already, he held his hand out for me to shake. Since my mum taught me better than to be rude, I shook his hand. “Do you know who I am?” he asked, with that my-shit-don’t-stink grin on his face.“Am I supposed to?” I asked as politely as I could.‘Madam, most of the people here know me,” he said.I responded the only way I could. “Sir, I am not most people. I’m simply here to have a drink and then go cuddle my pillow.”The fool went on, “You must be new. Chicks don’t usually talk to me like that. In fact, they practically beg me to talk to them.”I wasn’t going to be intimidated by the fellow. “So what are you standing here talking to me for, when you have thousands of chicks who are just dying to talk to you?” I stood up to leave.“Eh? You don’t have any respect? You just get up when I’m still talking?” he asked with a straight face.“Yes, because you are boring me to death and my survival instincts have kicked in. I refuse to die today.”