After receiving this explanation, being a researcher by trade, I decided to launch my own investigation. Over the past week I’ve spent about 12 hours in the gym. During that time I have seen a total of 14 women and approximately 600 men. Thus, the retailers are correct, it’s more to their benefit to sell men’s gym clothes as opposed to women’s apparel.
Over the last three months I do not recall ever once being in the weight room and seeing another female there, which probably explains why I tend to get an unusually high amount of attention when I enter that space. Thankfully after my first venture into the weight room back in August I silenced all whisperings about my presence. I guess deadlifting 120% of your body weight will do that. Now when I arrive everyone just says “Hi” and then seems to forget I’m there. This means I am often privy to overhearing some unique male Batswana conversations. I am receiving quite an education.
A recent conversation centered around someone’s “big house” and “little house.” I was impressed this bodybuilder (yes, bodybuilder; he is competing in this month’s Mr. Botswana competition) had two houses. But the more I “inadvertently overheard” this conversation the more confused I became. Apparently “little house” had become too demanding, which was causing “big house” to become suspicious. Hmmmmm……
I was beginning to think I was going to have to approach the professor with whom I co-teach to clear up the “little house/ big house” confusion. Thankfully, another solution revealed itself. One day the bodybuilder approached me, informed me he was looking for a new “little house,” and was I interested in the position? Or, if I wasn’t interested in being the “little house” would I like to “kick it” sometime? (“Kick it” was actually completely new terminology, so that was even more exciting!) Ah-ha! This was my opportunity. “I’m sorry, I’m confused. What’s the question? Are you shopping for real estate? Or a girlfriend?”
Fortunately my charming personality overshadowed my naivety and he enlightened me as to Botswana’s dating/cheating/“let me sex you up” vocabulary:
“Big house” is your main, public relationship. This is the husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend that everyone knows you have.
The “little house” is your “someone on the side.” This person is a secret from “big house” and everyone else. The “little house” is aware there is a “big house” and that “big house” better NEVER find out about the existence of the “little house.”
For those individuals who prefer to forego the commitment level of being a “big house” or a “little house” there is always the option of “kicking it” which is different from “hanging.” “Hanging” is platonic, while “kicking it” is no strings attached sex.
At the conclusion of his “sexual healing” lecture in the middle of the weight room, my aspiring Mr. Botswana friend asked what I thought, “So, would you like to be my little house?” I have no doubt I had a huge smile on my face as I was desperately trying not to laugh. “YES! I would LOVE to be your little house! How could a girl turn down an offer like that? I’ve dreamed of this opportunity my WHOLE LIFE!” (Just kidding, I did NOT say that.) “No thank you, I don’t think I can be your little house. I am currently in a negotiation with a potential big house and don’t want to risk messing it up this early. But! Can I have your phone number? I have a friend who would love to meet you.” “Really? Sure!” “Oh no! Please don’t get excited, she’s not going to be your little house either. She is a researcher of sexual behavior in communities with high incidence of HIV/AIDs infection. She would LOVE to hear about this.”
Without answering me he turned and walked away. I think I may have crushed his hopes. Too bad, because he and I used to “hang.” I may have to find myself a new spotter now.