And that will be the most apt adjective for alcohol and flirting in Hong Kong.
I had another hangover on Fri night, so much that Bestion had to carry me home. Urgh. Not that I love drinking, but our group were in a club, stumbled onto random people’s table, and we basically became cheap-skate people who were after the free drinks. Good Lord! I seriously do need to stop feeding myself poison – even if they are free.
The flirting game has also been getting on my nerves. And I realise telling people that you have a boyfriend does not deter people off. Instead, men will suggest ideas like “washroom?”, “if I’m ur boyfriend, I’ll do my best to turn you on” or even simply plant kisses on your face. It has gotten so excessive that I’m totally sick of it, and I can no longer find the slightest joy in entertaining. I’m starting to miss the conversative good old days where people actually respect the fact that you have a boyfriend. What ever happened?
Somehow, the more I am exposed to this frivolous environment, the more I am treasuring my relationship with Bestion… of course, the caveat applies that he doesn’t start cheating… well, that’s for me to know, in future.
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