The Beauty from Beijing, Part I
That Friday night [Sept 05] was a rather ordinary night for most. The weather was nice, people were walking the streets, stuff like that. For me, it was not an ordinary night. A week earlier my boss had arranged a trip for me and colleagues to meet the some folks helping with the olympic games and I happened to with two colleagues taking two of them to dinner... in Beijing. Now I'm not generally the drink and party sort of guy, but I do enjoy it on occasion. When a Spanish guy wants to show me the bars in Beijing, that's one such occasion.
So a little while later I'm dancing on a table in a small club. There are three cute girls nearby I keep noticing - one in particular with a pretty round face. The Spanish guy has been trying to get various girls to dance with us on the table all night, and somehow manages to get these three on the table. I'm thinking that the prettiest one has really got to be my sort of girl. Easy enough to go dance with her and she doesn't push me away. Then I offer to buy her a drink, but she just wants to talk to her friends and disappears.
I'm still feeling really attracted to her when we eventually leave, but have no idea if I'll see her again. Suddenly, I spot her in a taxi (not moving). So I walk over, tap the window and hand her a card. Ball is in her court. Next day... no email. Day after, no email and I fly back to Singapore - end hope.
Monday... email, from B. whoa... she wrote me? Ok ok... exchange emails, get IM contact. We started chatting and she's really funny. Next day we're chatting more and she's even funnier. Before I know it, we've been chatting all day, Monday through Friday for two weeks and I've been cackling like a mad man the entire time. I figure it's time to see where this is going...
So a little while later I'm dancing on a table in a small club. There are three cute girls nearby I keep noticing - one in particular with a pretty round face. The Spanish guy has been trying to get various girls to dance with us on the table all night, and somehow manages to get these three on the table. I'm thinking that the prettiest one has really got to be my sort of girl. Easy enough to go dance with her and she doesn't push me away. Then I offer to buy her a drink, but she just wants to talk to her friends and disappears.
I'm still feeling really attracted to her when we eventually leave, but have no idea if I'll see her again. Suddenly, I spot her in a taxi (not moving). So I walk over, tap the window and hand her a card. Ball is in her court. Next day... no email. Day after, no email and I fly back to Singapore - end hope.
Monday... email, from B. whoa... she wrote me? Ok ok... exchange emails, get IM contact. We started chatting and she's really funny. Next day we're chatting more and she's even funnier. Before I know it, we've been chatting all day, Monday through Friday for two weeks and I've been cackling like a mad man the entire time. I figure it's time to see where this is going...