So, what’s the latest about my Gabonese pilot who promised to fly me all over Africa and Europe? What’s up with the man who promised me a fabulous Valentine’s Day date and then turned out to be married, yet continued to text me from Libreville, Milan, Paris, and Malabo?
Well… nothing. I haven’t heard a word.
Not a peep.
I guess after I told him to clean up his skype chatting (he wanted to chat with me sans shorts), he has decided to go into a holding pattern. Check-in with me next month to see where the situation flies to next.