“Maybe you should stay longer,” he said. Of course, I would have loved to because I adore Kenya. He had something different in mind. “You could be my No. 2 wife. We could make fat, healthy babies.” He proudly showed me the mud-and-dung hut where we’d live in wedded bliss. I was flattered, but it was time for me to depart with my tour group. He squeezed my arm one more time. “You’re so beautiful. I know you have to go now,” he said sadly. “Remember me.”   And I do — fondly. It's one of the sweetest memories I have as a chubby girl traveling the world. Oh man, how fucked up would it be if this didnt even happen? Ahahaha and this is like, her Fifty Shades of Grey. He's her fucking Kenyan Anthony Grey, the powerful successful alpha male with a harem of (one) wife.  That line about "You have to go now. Remember me" has got to be the cheesiest romance novel bullshit, I swear to god she had to just lift that straight from her fantasy. Of anything she wrote, that's the one thing that makes me disbelieve this story the most. Her fantasies arent too uncommon, or what she wants isnt, so I feel a little bit bad for laughing as hard as I am at this, but god damn. It almost gets close to neckbeard waifu senpai shit.