Kenneth and his sapphic sistas
Last week I was invited to my virgin lesbian dinner experience in the 28 years of my lifetime. It was Charlene's birthday (age: unknown), a girl from Malaysia whom I met through some other boys, including doodeedoo, when she first arrived in town. That day, it happened to rain cats and dogs, so taxis were just impossible to get. To make matters worse, I was caught out without an umbrella, so by the time I arrived at the restaurant I was so cold and hungry I swear I could've just jumped into the hot pot myself!
Happy that I was finally one of the gurls, yet apprehensive that I would be the only human at the dinner table with an extra something between my legs, I called to make sure my bud, Tony, from Hong Kong, whom you guys have seen here at this scandalous party, would be present at the dinner too. Fortunately, a few familiar faces were there, including ginger628, Phoebe and Selinde with whom I later recounted over the evening we had here because she was so stoned. I was also looking forward to meet bufen, good friend of the guy who proposed to me here, whom I still haven't met despite the fact that she's been in Shangers for a few months now! Alas, she couldn't make it because she was too tired, she said.
All in all, dinner with the Sapphic Sistas of Shanghai (I never fail to amaze myself with my alliterative powers) proved to be a very enjoyable experience indeed. I spotted a cute gurl that actually made me turn my head (you heard me! Try spotting her below), and managed to impress a Chinese-Dutch girl with my not-too-bad Dutch skills. Then there was Ida, the svelte Scandinavian model with her crazy antics. To top it all off, it was the first dinner of my life where I was given the Biggest Chest Award.
The party later at Mint was great fun too. That being a Wednesday, it was No Man's Land, ie., Lady's Night. Tony and I had to wait for about 10 minutes before we were admitted at 10.30pm. You will never find me at a Lady's Night for reasons that I do not need to state here. But oh my, even with all my lesbionic powers, I swear I have never seen so many dykes in my lifetime. And then all the men in their jackets and cigar in mouth - they will never understand why they give out so many drinks to the gurls they fancy and NOT get laid. They will also remain clueless as to why the gurls all seemed to flock around yours truly, this spring chicken of a man!
This year, just to do something different, I shall endeavour to hang out more with the gurls. If so many of them can cross over to us, I don't see why we can't cross over to them. I shall be the bridge!
