As I sat down in the bar, her eyes lit up. I tried my best to ignore her, but I could feel the stare even with my head turned. Then she started pacing around, circling me like a shark circles his prey.
When I crossed the border into Togo, a German doctor who was also crossing leaned over and said to me, “Togo is a fun place. Just avoid the prostitutes. They all have AIDS.”
I chuckled and thanked him and he repeated, “I make no judgments. I just have to warn you.”
It was late and at the Hotel 2 Fevrier all the restaurants were closed. But the bar was still open. I was hungry and went downstairs for a late supper.
And then she appeared.
Wearing a blue dress and high heels, we briefly made eye contact as I sat down. She smiled at me. I just turned the other way and sat with my back to her.
I ordered dinner and sat there, working on my computer.
She started circling me like a shark.
She’d walk around the table, wink at me, blow me a kiss, and just stop and stare. Even when she was behind me I could hear her heels clanking on the stone floor.
As you might imagine, this was quite uncomfortable. I did not come down to the bar looking for anything more than dinner. I felt like the young man in Proverbs 7.
Of course I could have turned and told her to scram, but she had a perfect right to be in the bar as well (I suppose…that was a little dodgy too).
So I did the next best thing. I used FaceTime on my laptop to call my business partner.
And in my best impression of Albert from The Birdcage, I greeted my partner:
“Hi sweetheart. I missed you so much today. How are you?”
With a snort, the woman muttered something in French and walked right out of the bar and out of the hotel.
Mission accomplished, girlfriend.
This story is part of my An African Adventure As The World Shut Down trip report.