Declining magic carpet rides
iTunes' party shuffle is playing a copy of: Song Sung Blue - Neil Diamond - Stones/Moods, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn't steal music.
A double macchiato and a club sandwich, not toasted, please.
A double Mac and a club sandwich. To have here?
Yes please.
Then I collect my food and beverage and plonk myself at one of the tiny round tables (known as a tablet) at Starbucks at the World Trade Centre Shopping Mall in Causeway Bay. I've got a couple of hours between the ex's tea ceremony and the marriage solemnisation at Cotton Tree Drive, and I need to fire off work emails on my notebook.
This slowpoke notebook takes ages to start up, and even longer to log on to the PCCW wireless hotspot service. And when I'm finally logged in, someone is peering over my shoulder and asking me,
You're not local, are you?
Erm, no. How can you tell? (While thought bubble is saying, 'That's cos I'm bloody speaking Engrish').
'Cos you're different. Locals are not like that.
OK.
Where are you from? London?
Erm, no. Singapore.
Business?
No, Economy.
Hahaha.
Hahaha.
Thought bubble: Wah lao. Gaydar redline already still can make joke! Stop it! Later go toilet kenah molest!
The Starbucks barista could possibly just have been trying to be friendly, and maybe I was a little tired. Tiredness makes me a little paranoid. So maybe he wasn't trying to chat me up, and the old gaydar could have done with a little fine-tuning.
Growing up in the company of gay men, and being generally gay-friendly still doesn't make me comfortable with being approached by gay men. But I have to admit to being flattered when I am actually propositioned. (Being propositioned by either gender, however, doesn't happen very often, you see.) Most approaches can be
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Woah, he's gay alrite. Can't even tell the difference between a British and an Asian?
i'm thinking that she's a phony lez with an excellent pickup line that works on 99% of her prospects. But unfortunately for her, you fell into the 1% category.
when I was living in HK, the flats looked exactly like that. You could see what the neighbours were doing in the opposite block, without binoculars.
Evie
Wake me up! Before you go-go... :)
I see that you had the "Neighbour View" suite ...
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