I meet this small, 22YO pretty Chinese girl on the way and I invite her for a beer to the nearby stand.
She's here just visiting and she is a bit reserved, looking calm and much “passionless” like many Asian women from Asia I have crossed paths with.
She has a patch of hair on her legs: thin yes, but very visible. It’s astonishing she does nothing about it: here it is a, a pretty girl, who could be very beautiful, walking in shorts without taking care of her hair. It catches my attention continuously and it disgusts me a bit to the point it could turn me off, so I focus on her face and rest of the body, both of which are very good.
THE CONVO
We sit on a bench close by and talk about our lives.
She’s now living in the UK for studies and has been around Europe quite a bit. I make a bit of an impression guessing her family is well off and well connected with one of the easiest cold read there could be: she studies in the UK, travels Europe, has one brother during a period of one child policy.. Just put 2 and 2 together really.
We talk about her family and about the conditions of women in China, which is a bit of a recurring topic for me to have both to poke some fun and to encourage them to rebel by being more “open”
.
We don’t talk about romance and relationships at all, which I lately use quite a bit, not much because I didn’t want to, but more like because we just didn’t talk that long.
THE INVITE
Indeed I finish my beer and she doesn’t even want to finish hers, so it makes no sense going for another one.
So I just invite her over to my place.
Her reply must win the prize of cutest reply ever:
“do you think it’s good for me” LOL.
“good? No, much better, it’s amazing for you” comes my retort.
I stand up, give her my hand and help her up. She complies.
The path from here worries me slightly as we need to take a bus and wait for it, but it's all good.
ROMANCE AT HOME
At home I switch the laptop on with some good “romantic mood” songs I have on a playlist. I talk about her Venice trip where she took the “gondola” and asked if the guy sang for her.
He did, and I start singing as well to the accompanying tune.
It’s a powerful, romantic song which is actually very easy to sing and yet it sounds like you got a great talent –Frank Sinatra, anyone?-, and it packs a huge emotional wallop when the mood is ripe.
And it’s in Italian..
In case you’re curious or give half a fuck, this is the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAf7uSmQ058
She says it feels like in Venice and she’s got a dreamlike expression.
Smooth.
I kiss her (not going for it now would be weird anyway).
I keep singing a bit more.
Rather than re-kissing again I make her stand and we dance (would find it difficult to do this with taller girls though).
By now this is flying: the atmosphere is not purely sexual: there’s a strong romantic/courtship feel to it, yet there are little doubts this will quickly lead to bed. And she’s smitten.
Then back to the couch, kiss a once more, hold hands, talk and smile a bit more –that kind of natural smile of “I know what’s happening here”-, then kiss again and stand up for the bed.
Smooth, not a single hint of resistance.
CONVO AFTER
I later go to the bathroom and an hilarious moment ensues as I reenter the room: she’s now putting the lipstick on.
LOL, it took her to meet a man to finally start taking better care of herself.
And she looks so pretty with the lipstick on.
We go out to eat something.
Interesting how this girl cared so little about sex and relationships: she thinks her first time was at 13, but not too sure.
Very early anyway, and yet the funny thing is that since then she’s only had one man: her current BF.
We then go back for another round.
THE DEPARTED
Funniest thing yet is how we parted ways.
From far away I can see that the night bus I walked her to catch is about to leave. There aren’t many of those buses, so I need her on it: I run and stop it.
Not even the time for a hug, or a kiss. She boards it and.. We wave goodbye through the bus pane windows.
Not that I particularly wanted to or cared to stay in touch, yet it’s a funny feeling that after such an emotionally charged meet up we didn’t even exchange contacts.
As a matter of fact, I don’t even remember her name…
She's here just visiting and she is a bit reserved, looking calm and much “passionless” like many Asian women from Asia I have crossed paths with.
She has a patch of hair on her legs: thin yes, but very visible. It’s astonishing she does nothing about it: here it is a, a pretty girl, who could be very beautiful, walking in shorts without taking care of her hair. It catches my attention continuously and it disgusts me a bit to the point it could turn me off, so I focus on her face and rest of the body, both of which are very good.
THE CONVO
We sit on a bench close by and talk about our lives.
She’s now living in the UK for studies and has been around Europe quite a bit. I make a bit of an impression guessing her family is well off and well connected with one of the easiest cold read there could be: she studies in the UK, travels Europe, has one brother during a period of one child policy.. Just put 2 and 2 together really.
We talk about her family and about the conditions of women in China, which is a bit of a recurring topic for me to have both to poke some fun and to encourage them to rebel by being more “open”
.We don’t talk about romance and relationships at all, which I lately use quite a bit, not much because I didn’t want to, but more like because we just didn’t talk that long.
THE INVITE
Indeed I finish my beer and she doesn’t even want to finish hers, so it makes no sense going for another one.
So I just invite her over to my place.
Her reply must win the prize of cutest reply ever:
“do you think it’s good for me” LOL.
“good? No, much better, it’s amazing for you” comes my retort.
I stand up, give her my hand and help her up. She complies.
The path from here worries me slightly as we need to take a bus and wait for it, but it's all good.
ROMANCE AT HOME
At home I switch the laptop on with some good “romantic mood” songs I have on a playlist. I talk about her Venice trip where she took the “gondola” and asked if the guy sang for her.
He did, and I start singing as well to the accompanying tune.
It’s a powerful, romantic song which is actually very easy to sing and yet it sounds like you got a great talent –Frank Sinatra, anyone?-, and it packs a huge emotional wallop when the mood is ripe.
And it’s in Italian..
In case you’re curious or give half a fuck, this is the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAf7uSmQ058
She says it feels like in Venice and she’s got a dreamlike expression.
Smooth.
I kiss her (not going for it now would be weird anyway).
I keep singing a bit more.
Rather than re-kissing again I make her stand and we dance (would find it difficult to do this with taller girls though).
By now this is flying: the atmosphere is not purely sexual: there’s a strong romantic/courtship feel to it, yet there are little doubts this will quickly lead to bed. And she’s smitten.
Then back to the couch, kiss a once more, hold hands, talk and smile a bit more –that kind of natural smile of “I know what’s happening here”-, then kiss again and stand up for the bed.
Smooth, not a single hint of resistance.
CONVO AFTER
I later go to the bathroom and an hilarious moment ensues as I reenter the room: she’s now putting the lipstick on.
LOL, it took her to meet a man to finally start taking better care of herself
. And she looks so pretty with the lipstick on.
We go out to eat something.
Interesting how this girl cared so little about sex and relationships: she thinks her first time was at 13, but not too sure.
Very early anyway, and yet the funny thing is that since then she’s only had one man: her current BF.
We then go back for another round.
THE DEPARTED
Funniest thing yet is how we parted ways.
From far away I can see that the night bus I walked her to catch is about to leave. There aren’t many of those buses, so I need her on it: I run and stop it.
Not even the time for a hug, or a kiss. She boards it and.. We wave goodbye through the bus pane windows.
Not that I particularly wanted to or cared to stay in touch, yet it’s a funny feeling that after such an emotionally charged meet up we didn’t even exchange contacts.
As a matter of fact, I don’t even remember her name…
