GOOD VIBES ABOUT MY FELLOW HUMANS

Last night I got to observe a young white guy trying to sweet-talk a young lady in a Chinese bar. It was a sad performance, halfway through which he and his friend started wrestling (falling on the floor in the process), and many of the people there cut him slack because he was young, stupid, and clueless. He actually thought he stood a chance. And would probably have ditched his friend if he had had any success. Sorry, guys, a loud Cantonese karaoke joint is probably the very last place in the world where you'll pick up a pretty little Asian flower. Have you tried contacting sexually-depraved top-level Republicans instead?


I shall commend you on your Chad-like dumb-assedness.


Two screens: One with Andy Lau being precious and artistic, one with a Buddhist Abbot lecturing about sutras. Most of the clientele at that hour are local Cantonese, many of them playing liars dice. It is not a pick-up joint. Perhaps you should act like a temporary tourist, instead of a predator.


It is rather bad form to go into a place where no one has any fellow-feeling for you, and the only other people who are white, if they think about you at all, consider you an expendable idiot. When you act like that.

If anyone wanted to beat your ass, the bookseller and myself would have observed, apathetically, but remarkably not seen a damned thing.
Actually, no one there would have seen a damned thing.

Whole lot of damned thing, not seen.


"He must have fallen off his stool, officer. Repeatedly."


Perhaps you didn't realize that she wasn't alone? Unless the place is filled with women, or she's white and drunk, she's not alone. And the woman behind the bar was keeping an interested eye on you.
You were disturbing the force.

It's because of you that Jenny did not switch off the abbot on the other screen for such a long time. She was too busy talking to the woman you were trying to talk up. So do please come again; the bookseller and myself prefer him over Andy Lau. Vastly.


"Can you show us on this Buddha statue exactly where the bad man touched you?"


Next time, pick a karaoke song. White guys singing are very impressive.

Pick several songs. Everybody loves Rap.

Honestly, we do.

Chad.



In other news: I am impressed by the adventurousness of the middle-aged French-speaking couple at the chachanteng yesterday, whose English was so poor, selecting dishes from a menu that must have baffled them entirely (Hong Kong soy sauce-western), and enjoying a meal together.
Best use of the internet on a cell-phone ever.

If only more were like you.




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