the pick up incident
I don't know who will read this, since i've lost my number 1 reader. My fault. For some reason, i am kinda sorry about it now. Oh whatever. My faut. I love self inflicted pain and torture. No, i do not stub myself with a cigarette nor cut myself and watch myself bleed. It's more of a mind game thingy... you know? the ones which people with issues bring upon themselves.....
ANYWAYS...
I was at Chinatown, I bumped into 2 people which i haven't seen in about.. 7 years? Exchange telephone number and I hope to meet them up soon, just to catch up. Went on the MRT. Was given the look by this white guy. Umn, If I knew better, I would have guess that the look was the "Hey, How're you doin, want some male love" look. I don't mind gay men looking at me, as long as they keep their hands to themselves.
In the lift, on the way up to my room. I was picked up by this aunty looking lady who looks like a mak ayam. Or a mak datin who needs some action. I held the lift for her. I was just being polite ok, And being a nice polite asian boy, I gave her a little smile. Damn, is she's quick... She asked me "Where are you from" in a distinct Indonesian accent. "I am from Malaysia, where are you from?" I answered. "Jakarta, on business, and you?" she replied "On business" I answered politely finished with a smile..
She got off the lift. She look at me, As in the look into your eyes look, and she ask.." 17 what?" I answered "what 17 what?" "Your room, which room are you staying at" she continued " I knew where this was going... "er, 1710" I answered, purposely giving her a wrong room number... "I'll see you later" she replied as she walked away.
If that is not a pickup, I don't know what that is. I am glad I gave her the wrong room number. Or else, I maybe getting an unexpected visitor at my door, asking me my rate for a fu*k, or the otherway round.
I may be wrong. Maybe she'll reward me with money since i held the door for her, I don't know. I guess I'll never find out. But I am glad I gave her the wrong number. I just hope I don't bump into her again. SCARRY.
ANYWAYS...
I was at Chinatown, I bumped into 2 people which i haven't seen in about.. 7 years? Exchange telephone number and I hope to meet them up soon, just to catch up. Went on the MRT. Was given the look by this white guy. Umn, If I knew better, I would have guess that the look was the "Hey, How're you doin, want some male love" look. I don't mind gay men looking at me, as long as they keep their hands to themselves.
In the lift, on the way up to my room. I was picked up by this aunty looking lady who looks like a mak ayam. Or a mak datin who needs some action. I held the lift for her. I was just being polite ok, And being a nice polite asian boy, I gave her a little smile. Damn, is she's quick... She asked me "Where are you from" in a distinct Indonesian accent. "I am from Malaysia, where are you from?" I answered. "Jakarta, on business, and you?" she replied "On business" I answered politely finished with a smile..
She got off the lift. She look at me, As in the look into your eyes look, and she ask.." 17 what?" I answered "what 17 what?" "Your room, which room are you staying at" she continued " I knew where this was going... "er, 1710" I answered, purposely giving her a wrong room number... "I'll see you later" she replied as she walked away.
If that is not a pickup, I don't know what that is. I am glad I gave her the wrong room number. Or else, I maybe getting an unexpected visitor at my door, asking me my rate for a fu*k, or the otherway round.
I may be wrong. Maybe she'll reward me with money since i held the door for her, I don't know. I guess I'll never find out. But I am glad I gave her the wrong number. I just hope I don't bump into her again. SCARRY.
posted by queue at 10:02 PM
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Now I'm curious as to what would have happened if you gave her the right number. And what she thought when she realized you'd given her the wrong one...
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