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Sometime back, while minding my business and liking people's posts on Instagram, I must say that the people I follow on Instagram are extremely entertaining, but that is a story for another day. On that particular day someone requested to follow me, my account was private, and I accepted because I am trying to grow my audience on the app.

I do not remember the name of the dude who followed me and also because of privacy reasons we will have to call him Mr. X. We started chatting with Mr. X and I learnt that he was a Kenyan living in Dubai. I could tell from this guy's posts that he enjoyed the night life very much. Most of his posts consisted of his pictures taken at night clubs, sometimes with Kenyan celebrities. From his 5 o'clock shadow beard I could tell that he might have been between his mid-thirties and early forties. Probably even mature.

The chatting continued and I learnt that in Kenya he lived very close to where I lived. That was a shocker, no one wants to date someone living close to them, especially if the relationship is not a serious one. We got comfortable with each other and took our chatting to WhatsApp. When you start talking to someone on social media and then end up in WhatsApp you know that for sure the relationship has escalated to a different level. When you start using messages and phone calls, those are major levels.

I lost the vibe for the relationship when Mr. X started asking insistently for my photos. Any time I would find a text from him it was always him asking for my photos then the conversation would be dry from there on. He informed me that he planned on coming back into the country and he would like for us to meet in person. Heck I was all for that. Meet new people, make friends, sample new food, alcohol or both.

Mr. X came back into the country a few months after the onset of the Corona Virus Pandemic. I was at home because learning had been suspended indefinitely with nothing to do eagerly waiting for the meet-up. 

After a few phone calls and engaging in a game of hide and seek, from me mainly, we did not meet. This was due to the fact that as I was hanging out around my home I saw Mr. X. Ladies and gentlemen, I did not like what I saw. I was not willing to put up with that. Mr. X looked like an obese teenager, dirty in his oversized jeans and t-shirt. To top it all up he was hanging out with the estate's hooligans. What I saw and what I had been seeing on his Instagram posts were extremely different things, I decided there and then I would not meet up with the guy.

Fate was not on my side as a week later, while I was waiting for a matatu he drove past me and stopped a few meters from where I stood. I had not noticed him so after a failed wave attempt from him he decided to call me and ask whether I needed a ride. I rejected the offer. Had I accepted the offer we would have continued our situationship where we had left it. Fortunately, whatever we had died a natural death.

Listen kids, what you see on social media and what you see in real life are very different, lower your expectations. In fact do not have any expectations.