When seduction was an art

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"So, what are you doing here so late in the night by yourself? Itsdangerous you know. You could be mugged or raped or something," hesays reproachfully. The word rape makes her tense up in her seatbut he reassures her that she is in safe hands. Apart from a littlechitchat, they drive on in silence.
Suddenly, he turns in her direction as the car slows down over abump. "Would you mind giving me a hug? I feel lonely, and its sucha cold night..." To his surprise, she says, "Just a hug? Why not?"Ten minutes later, the two strangers are engrossed in steamy sex inhis car. They dont even know each others names. And when theymeet a week later  for a repeat romp in a dingy lodging  they canhardly even recognise each other.
cheap sex
Welcome to modern Kenya where, as Crazy Monday writer Peter Thatiahnotes, sex comes cheap and one only needs a mobile phone to findlove and romance. It could be a disco, pub, or matatu but likerandy bulls and heifers on heat, strangers talk sex minutes afterthey meet and jump into bed an hour later without the man utteringa single seductive line.
It was never this way in the old days, though.
When you met a girl on the bus, for instance, it took you threehours to gather the courage to croak a hello. If she emboldened youwith a shy smile, you talked about the weather, books and careersin low tones, as the matronly woman across the aisle glared at you.If you were so brazen as to mention a hug or a kiss, or, Godforbid, sex, your bad manners would earn you an outright slap inthe face.
With a sweet tongue, you coaxed her postal address out of her,following which you spent months exchanging teary letters in somewarped form of long distance love. You would probably never meether again and if you did, squeezing a hug out of her, leave alonesex, on the first date was out of the question.
It seemed that all parents were members of a purity vigilante groupsworn to ensure every girl transited to adulthood with hervirginity intact. Their constantly prying eyes made it nearlyimpossible for smitten boys to as much cast glances at the girlsthat they lusted for.
long road to love
A boy would therefore hang around the market place for evenings onend with the hope of just setting eyes on his heartthrob. He wouldwhile time away near the stream praying that she would pass by.Smitten boys would go so far as to bypass a girls home as many as10 times a day. While he pretended to be looking straight ahead, hecontinuously stole glances through the thorny hedge, in the hope ofcatching one fleeting look of the girl he loved. But his heartwould be pounding, not out of love, but for fear of dogs,overprotective brothers and hot-tempered fathers who would unleashsudden violence to protect daughters and sisters fromtestosterone-sodden boys.
And yet the two would have nothing going between them, yet. Withspies liberally scattered on every village path, and the girlsdiary so packed with chores, a boy never got a chance to meet herand declare his love.