It didn't go that well that tonight -- at least, not in the way I had hoped. No joke -- I left the apartment, went to an area with bars, and asked a random guy who was Somali where the happening bars were nearby. He was in his mid 20s.
I don't know if it's younger millennial shit, or he was sly insulting me, or if what he said had in fact applied to him and he was sussing me out -- but his response was "I can tell you, but I need to know if you're into guys or gals."
Wtf? I said gals. Then he recommended a few bars here and there, and told me though you won't really find Somali gals there, and if you did they will avoid you.
I explained to him that this was likely because of shame -- they don't want to come across Somali males who can "judge them" and report back on their behavior to other conservative Somalis, so out of shame they're going to behave like that.
Then we stood around talking about politics and his complaints about women etc for an hour. He was really negative about the home country and had self-hate issues, a result of him being born here perhaps. I have strong memories of Somalia and so have deeper attachments he didn't seem to share. That's all that happened last night. At least I possibly made a friend.
Sorry didn't want to leave you guys hanging -- I'm determined to lose weight and looksmaxx, hit Tinder, etc. I'll post about my adventures at whatever board will tolerate them.