I don't normally believe in posting rants about one's sad, personal story, but a word of caution: Here follows a tale of woe...
Last night, after much enticement, I finally "convinced" a beautiful half-Koren, half-Japanese girl that I've been hooking up with to go out with me to a local watering hole. Before the rendezvous, I had to attend an event which called for a "slight-dress up" (what the hell does that even mean, by the way??) Anyway, I throw on a blazer, jeans, and button down shirt to go to it, thinking that this choice of attire will allow me to skip changing so that I can head straight to the bar. After the event, which was a very nice speech by an esteemed professor here in Beijing, I headed out to the bar to meet up with her.
She never showed.
Why? I don't know. I was always a gentleman to her. I never asked which Japanese infantry division her grandfather served in or anything like that, and furthermore, WE'VE HOOKED UP. MULTIPLE TIMES.
I now assume that she finally remembered how hot she is and that led to her wondering what the hell she was doing with me...
Not one to pout too much over a girl, I decided to not let the night go to waste and began to talk to other girls. And here we come to the worst tragedy of the night, my friends.... Someone stepped on my shoes. Brand new sneakers. White. Destroyed. Finished. However, these people were not finished there. Oh no. Remember, there are Mongolians at this place. Descendants of Genghis Khan. I'm not getting off that easily. My pocket square was the next thing to go. I just LOVE it when a wasted girl comes up to me, says in an accent that is only less thick than her mustache, "oh, handkerchief!!!" and proceeds to pull it out of my pocket, so that it can immediately fall from her hands and onto the floor.
I didn't even bother picking it up as it was so obviously destroyed.
However, I tried to not let this get the best of me and went on to have as enjoyable a night as I could.
Except the cab-driver, being a cab-driver in Beijing, thought that he could get this stupid waiguo to pay him 30 yuan for a trip that costs only 19. He got 19.
I'm sorry for this rant and how negative it seems. But I really did have sort of a shitty night last night. Anyways, there's always tomorrow and I'm not too upset as such things can somewhat be expected when you wear nice stuff out.
Last night, after much enticement, I finally "convinced" a beautiful half-Koren, half-Japanese girl that I've been hooking up with to go out with me to a local watering hole. Before the rendezvous, I had to attend an event which called for a "slight-dress up" (what the hell does that even mean, by the way??) Anyway, I throw on a blazer, jeans, and button down shirt to go to it, thinking that this choice of attire will allow me to skip changing so that I can head straight to the bar. After the event, which was a very nice speech by an esteemed professor here in Beijing, I headed out to the bar to meet up with her.
She never showed.
Why? I don't know. I was always a gentleman to her. I never asked which Japanese infantry division her grandfather served in or anything like that, and furthermore, WE'VE HOOKED UP. MULTIPLE TIMES.
I now assume that she finally remembered how hot she is and that led to her wondering what the hell she was doing with me...
Not one to pout too much over a girl, I decided to not let the night go to waste and began to talk to other girls. And here we come to the worst tragedy of the night, my friends.... Someone stepped on my shoes. Brand new sneakers. White. Destroyed. Finished. However, these people were not finished there. Oh no. Remember, there are Mongolians at this place. Descendants of Genghis Khan. I'm not getting off that easily. My pocket square was the next thing to go. I just LOVE it when a wasted girl comes up to me, says in an accent that is only less thick than her mustache, "oh, handkerchief!!!" and proceeds to pull it out of my pocket, so that it can immediately fall from her hands and onto the floor.
I didn't even bother picking it up as it was so obviously destroyed.
However, I tried to not let this get the best of me and went on to have as enjoyable a night as I could.
Except the cab-driver, being a cab-driver in Beijing, thought that he could get this stupid waiguo to pay him 30 yuan for a trip that costs only 19. He got 19.
I'm sorry for this rant and how negative it seems. But I really did have sort of a shitty night last night. Anyways, there's always tomorrow and I'm not too upset as such things can somewhat be expected when you wear nice stuff out.
Should I nominate this for Dumb Threads?
