tonight I had this funny idea of visiting a gay (and lesbian and transgendered and bisexual) bar. Showed up, walked up to the second floor. There were like seven obviously gay boys, but they told us that the place was actually closed. Bow, smile, bow again, walk out. There was another bar like fifty meters away. Walked there, walked up to the first floor and of course there were like five cute Chinese prostitutes, one of them spoke workable English and we chatted a bit. She tried to get us (me and my colleague) interested in the girls, that were indeed very cute, but we limited ourselves to one beer and left.

It was a bit awkward, because there were no other clients. Perhaps Tuesday night at ten PM is not a good time for prostitution? At any rate, I have never been with a prostitute (nothing wrong with prostitution: it simply has never happened), I did not have a hard on and I was not sure that I would be able to produce one upon request. Although that sweet little thing with the fake Paul Smith t-shirt and the long hair... but no, not this time: perhaps another time. We paid for the excellent beers, bow, smile, bow again and leave.