In response to this, I was asked to submit some field reports.

I'm a 30-something white dude living in Africa. I'd rather not get into too many details of where and why, but I travel around the continent quite a bit and end up in all sorts of different places and situations, from the horribly boring and oppressive Aid-Worker stocked expat scene in Nairobi, Kenya, to the gleaming towers and armies of rich white people of Sandton, South Africa, to the deepest deep shit--no water, no electricity, mud huts, etc. Most of the field reports I've written have had little to do with my geographic location--you'd be surprised how many non-black Africans are Africa, many living in communities that would not be out of place in Europe, Asia, or the Middle East. Nevertheless, this is still Africa, and shit is still totally fucked here. So without further introduction, here's a recent field report.

I'm in a mid-sized African city, walking down the street at night between the few bars/restaurants in the one neighborhood you can kind of walk around in at night. We pass 2 black HBs, I make eye contact with one and smile, mainly because I'm drunk. She's maybe a 3 or 4, everything is fine except for 20 extra kilos or so. Let's call her HBOprah, because that's what she looked like.

Before I go any further, let me be clear--I'm not really proud of any of this. There isn't much to learn from this, and it's kind of pathetic. But it's likely amusing, and sometimes that's good enough.

HBOprah speaks pretty good English. Her more attractive friend does not, and other language attempts fail, she seems to speak only the local language. HBOprah is immediately all up on me, kino, very friendly, inviting me over to her place for drinks. I'm like what-the-fuck, trying to figure out if she's a prostitute or not. While the aggressive approach is very much par for a lady of the night, getting invited back to her place for drinks is very much not. I end up giving her my number and we kiss as I walk away because why not?

My friends are 100% convinced she's a prostitute. I start getting the texts about 30 minutes later:

Her: Hey [my name] what about [place me and my friends said we were going]? I like u...xx

Me:[her name] i'm on a boys night. let's talk tomorrow

Her: Okay sorry. Enjory ur night.x

Me: no apology necessary. contact of tomorrow or maybe i'll holler at you if our night implodes.

Her: I m at bar now drinking an thinking about u how good person and sweet u r...Hope to see u again soon. X

I think to myself, holy shit, totally a prostitute and forget about her.

The next day the texts continue: 2PM: Hey baby did u forget me? How r u today and how was ur last night?

Then she calls and I don't answer. She maybe calls twice?

Another text at 5:30PM: Hey my friend r u ok? What's up? R u egnore me? Why u didnt to answer, apologize if i m disturbing u maybe r u busy i dont know. But is ok now up to u becouse i send u a mansage and i try to call u but u didnd answer me, if u want to be my friend i m here. Just wanna say thank u to know u and i hope all is good with u... Hugs and take care! [her name]

The following night I head out a nightclub, where the cost to get in is something like the average monthly wage for the country I'm in, and a beer costs what it would in Brooklyn. I'm dancing and generally having a good time. I run into HBOprah, we say hi and she seems not exactly thrilled that I'm dancing with a very nice, very smart HB7. I ignore HBOprah for the rest of the night. I later learned that my friend spoke to HBOprah some, and that she was "hilarious" and was giving out tons of high fives and was definitely not working the place like a prostitute. The high fives, combined with the extremely short skirt she was wearing (standard dress for the local women at this nightclub) switch her from a "only fuck if wasted" to "would fuck after a drink or two" in my mind. She was also asking a bunch about me and HB7, my friend tells her I just met HB7 that night and he doesn't know anything about her.

HB7 gives us a ride home, but wont come in to keep the party going. We makeout and make plans to meet the next day. Long story short, the next day me and HB7 make plans to meet at a bar at night. Unfortunately, dinner runs waaay too long and I end up at the bar way too late. Stupidly, I don't text HB7 to tell her I'm running late, and my text when we get to the bar "We're here where are you?" goes unanswered. Since my plans have vaporized, me and my buddy start to get pretty drunk.

Well past drunk and on our way to wasted, I run into HBOprah again. I'm being friendly, and she buys me and my buddy a drink. We're flirting, we kiss, she buys me another drink. I decide that's she's not a prostitute, she's just crazy/easy, because prostitutes don't buy drinks. I'm pretty lonely, so I decide to go for it. HBOprah is all over me, we're holding each other, kissing, and also keeps asking if I fucked the HB7 from the previous night. I repeatedly explain that it's not really appropriate for me to talk about it, since it's not just my business but HB7s as well and a gentleman never talks. My buddy leaves, and me and HBOprah plan to go. She meets some people she knows and they begin a conversation in the local language that I can't understand. After a few minutes I bail and start dancing with some other woman. After less than a minute, HBOprah physically yanks me away and removes me from the venue. We head to her place, I pay for the cab, buy a few beers, and a bit of credit for her phone (buying someone phone time is a near universal African gesture for "I like you").

Her place is pretty nice, if a bit small. She claims to have a job doing something that would pay decently and pretty much just requires one to speak English and not be a total idiot. I believe her. But at her place she's naked almost immediately, I pass out because I'm drunk, I wake up maybe 30 minutes later and we have bad sex. After we have sex and she keeps bugging me, I sheepishly admit that I didn't have sex with HB7 after HBOprah picks up on the fact that I came way too much for someone who might have banged the previous night(it had been like 3 weeks)! We go to bed.

The next morning I initiate sex again. After some foreplay, I ask if she has a condom since I already used the one I had. She doesn't want to use a condom, says she doesn't have any. I make it clear that no condom means no sex. She then decides she does have condoms and fetches one. The sex seems a bit performative and forced on her part. She's calling me her boyfriend and shit, I give her my number in the country where I'm based but purposefully write it down wrong and then get the hell out of there. I later notice that the equivalent of $20USD (in a single bill) is missing from my pants, although it's quite likely I also lost it when I got pretty wasted, I was just walking around with a (small) wad of cash and wasn't minding it well.

tldr; be white and go to Africa and you too can have sex with HB4s that might be prostitutes.

EDIT: tldr and condom bit that I totally forgot.