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In those times I… well… I was the same man but I was behaving differently than today: I was a faithful husband that didn’t cavort with other women and that knew little about Thai bargirls. Although I was still beating myself to have said ‘no’ to the first one I met a few months ago, I was determined to keep on the straight and narrow…
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I’m chilling out in Dusk Till Dawn, on Hong Kong Island, and tonight the place is heaving. I’m busy joking with my partners and I didn’t see them coming in. It is only when I’m left alone for a few minutes that while scanning the attendance for a familiar face I spot these two women as they look too at me.
The young one is fair skinned and has a moon face that would be much appreciated in China, but she has something else, may be an unusual grace and elegance, that convinces me she isn’t Chinese.
The other one, older and obviously the leader, is small and dark skinned. She has quite wide hips for an Asian woman but she has an engaging face although a little bit on the wild looking side. She wears jeans pant and jacket.
When I toast them they get the opening they were looking for, they toast me back in an inviting way. I get closer to them and engage the conversation. They tell me they are from Bangkok. “Thailand!” they add gleefully as they see my puzzled face and before I ask an idiotic question.
The older one introduces her friend which name is Rose. We don’t click at all and I ignore her totally as I continue chatting with the duo’s leader. I never felt comfortable with very young women, even when I was young, as I don’t know what to speak about with them.
The older gets all my attention and she has an attractiveness I can’t explain because she is not exactly beautiful. But something in her very friendly and casual behavior makes me feel good, and we carry on our conversation, slowly getting to know a little bit about each other.
Like me she has a toddler daughter. We share pictures and when I tell her my daughter is n°1 in my heart, she shows me an SMS she has sent this same afternoon and where I can see “my daughter will be always n°1” under the picture of what I would learn later is called a Luk Kreung child.
I’m learning also she is living in Zurich and I don’t understand at all what she is doing in Hong Kong with her friend.
We are joking, she is a hoot and she seems to have absolutely no hang-ups and only a few inhibitions. The time flies like crazy.
Rose is now talking and dancing with an English guy, and they seem to have fun together too. The relationship seems to develop very fast; now they are whispering things in each other ear like conspirators. I don’t know what he just asked her but now she nods knowingly.
I remark that during all this time my new friend is taking care of Rose’s purse.
As we clink our glasses I realize mine is empty. I mimic sipping and enjoying my drink. Fortunately a waitress is close and I order a new drink after having asked to my drinking partner is she would want something, but her glass is half-full, so ‘no need’. When the waitress is back the Thai woman snaps up the chit on the tray while I’m carefully putting down my glass of red wine on the table. There is no way I can convince her to give me back the bill and she pays. I thank her profusely and we carry on our gentle flirting.
Too soon my boss is rallying the troops and I realize it is late. I have to leave because tomorrow will be a busy day. I say good-bye waving my hand, I turn over and as I’m walking away she catches up with me and gives me a full lips kiss. “Good luck” she says.
During the following hours my lips are burning.
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