There goes the neighborhood
Stooooopid Sevens bastards, making for an absolutely miserable scene in Wan Chai Friday night.
All the clubs are packed, most to the point of being fire traps, even more dangerous considering many of the Sevens crowd are total drunkards spoiling for a fight. NM was a total sausage fest, and quite possibly the collective IQ was hovering around that of a bratwurst. Either the regulars had been taken by 11 or were avoiding the place.
Lines outside Nep II so did not even attempt to get in, and the elevator to get up to Forest and Traffik had a long queue, so did not try. Even the ladyboys by the Irish pub were getting some interest (not that there's anything wrong with that, cough). Went home alone and without a drink. Hell, even the Filipina who has been texting me about loving me and wanting to marry me is probably on her back, mounted by a flabby, sweaty, bad-teethed rugby fan atop.
If there's not enough negativity in my report to steer you clear of this place until the event is over, well, you are a glutton for punishment or simply interested in getting a good bruisin'.
Chantik and JTL2 could not have picked a better time to get out of town.
On the bright side, I have saved money for my trip to Dongguan next weekend for a Big Swinging Dave KTV party.
Simply cannot avoid action in HK
[QUOTE=Jackthelad2; 1261069]Time for room service perhaps?
Plenty providers at very little extra cost.[/QUOTE]I had fired off the report too soon.
As fate would have it, I had posted just a few minutes before getting a text from Filipina M, about 32 (claimed to be 28, along with other minor, niggling falsehoods. Despite my exhortations that she might as well just tell the truth about such things as number of kids, the visa situation vis a vis whether she is actually indentured to a mommy / manager who has arranged her work in Dubai, etc, as to me it is minor conversation because I REALLY DON'T CARE insofar that I don't care beyond being a casual friend. Perhaps she is taking my interest as a desire for a deep, serious relationship, as if I am a total schlub).
Anyhow, I had befriended her about two weeks ago when she and her friend entered Nep II and she starts off with "I love you" and to prove it plunged her tongue down my throat. Silly, but as I had had a few, and effective. That night (an "up to you" pricing situation that turned out at $800 for LT. 2 shots CIM, etc) was pleasant enough that I wasn't so put off by her frequent texts of "I want you be my husband" etc, junk we've all heard before, LOL.
Soooooo, after her txt Friday she immediately called. I told her that I really was not in the mood to pay for sex, but she wanted to come over to sleep at my place rather than the boarding house above Coyote in WC. No problem, so I met her in front of Amazonia (where, to follow up on the report a number of African WGs had massed. Big-figured girls, to put it mildly, and a few on the aggressive side. Difficult to hail a cab despite a large number of them standing without customers- I have never figured this shit out but suspect it's just their funny little way of getting back at gweilo).
Back at the flat is the usual shower routine. M is up for sex but starts complaining about dryness (despite my yeoman's work at DATY and her seemingly trying to choke off my oxygen supply before intercourse!) so the evening shot wasn't superb. After a fitful night of rest (for me, she slept soundly) I was serviced with a nice BJ to CIM, a preference. Around 1 we hit City Hall for dim sum. There I assess the wistful, almost sad, look on her face and place it. Looks much like my Filipina former stalker. Unsettling.
We walk a bit and cab it to WC, where she is deposited (I hand her $200 for incidentals, whatever; do remember that I had made a point of telling her I did not not want to pay for sex that I have have not in any form expressed a desire for any kind of a "real" relationship here. On top of that, I have related to her some of my P4P escapades, in the Phils and elsewhere. Sadly, to these girls this does not exclude you from being marriageable material!) Return to the and immediately get a txt from her apologizing (for what reason, who knows) and offering that she is "willing to change." Right. My goodness.
