Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
I was very nearly the father of a child I would have never met, the other day.
Sitting at Lush a couple days ago, the local ex-pat/foreign student hangout (being a 24-hour bar/diner/cafe/venue), a slightly overweight American man approaches me and asks somewhat nervously if I speak english. He looks to be in his 50\'s, kinda square, white hair and glasses. He hands me a folded up piece of printer paper with a note on it. This note essentially says that he and his Chinese wife are desperate to have a child, but since he\'s shooting blanks and they can only legally get Chinese semen while in China, they would only be able to have a fully Chinese baby. But, since he wants a half-half kid, he\'s going around asking any healthy looking white guys he sees to have anonymous sex with his wife.
I think I just stared at the note for almost a full minute before I really said anything intelligible. Eventually, I think I just folded up the note, handed it back to him, and told his \"I don\'t think I\'m the guy to help you out on this, but good luck.\"
I saw him hang around at the bar for another couple hours, nursing his bottle of Qing Dao, but then the lunch crowd came in and he wasn\'t going to find any white guys sitting alone after that, so he left.
China is such a bizarre fucking country...
Sitting at Lush a couple days ago, the local ex-pat/foreign student hangout (being a 24-hour bar/diner/cafe/venue), a slightly overweight American man approaches me and asks somewhat nervously if I speak english. He looks to be in his 50\'s, kinda square, white hair and glasses. He hands me a folded up piece of printer paper with a note on it. This note essentially says that he and his Chinese wife are desperate to have a child, but since he\'s shooting blanks and they can only legally get Chinese semen while in China, they would only be able to have a fully Chinese baby. But, since he wants a half-half kid, he\'s going around asking any healthy looking white guys he sees to have anonymous sex with his wife.
I think I just stared at the note for almost a full minute before I really said anything intelligible. Eventually, I think I just folded up the note, handed it back to him, and told his \"I don\'t think I\'m the guy to help you out on this, but good luck.\"
I saw him hang around at the bar for another couple hours, nursing his bottle of Qing Dao, but then the lunch crowd came in and he wasn\'t going to find any white guys sitting alone after that, so he left.
China is such a bizarre fucking country...