Have had two dates with a man from China. He could turn out to be a real friend this one, so we should refrain from referring to him as ChinaMan, however endearing the term may be.
Surprisingly, he’s spawn of Gumtree and rather clever. All I can really say on the matter is posh university coupled with numbers and counting.
The only trouble is, well his teeth aren’t the best. Not white enough, not straight enough. And yes, as you all hurtle your dildos at me, can I just stipulate, you’re not the ones who’ll have to run your tongue over those grills, not now, not ever.
After our first date there was an immediate and unexpected text inquiring what I was doing and, despite my better judgement, we agreed to meet for a quick bite to eat and perhaps a drink.
I must be thankful however, for through this guy I have now come to realise that the best place to find young men is Ku Bar in China Town and the place with a certain hidden chic is The Village in Soho.
I do plan on meeting his again, although when this will be is beyond me. Soon, I tell myself. Soon.
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- Tainted Visionary
- London, United Kingdom
- The Opening occurs like a dream, solid sand amongst parted waves, Each murmuring a hymn. Slowly. There I stand, and there you are, Staring into the abyss.
1 comment:
I think that there is a certain amount of truth in your little teeth-related rant. You have heard of my spurning of the eye-candy with bad gnashers. It definitely can be a dealbreaker, especially as you may well know that Chinese people have a bit of a bad rep for halitosis. (You can quote me on that, by the way)
That said though, I urge you not to throw out the baby with the bathwater, and if said lovely man ticks all your other boxes, do do do continue to see him. Maybe after that his little imperfection may not seem as bad. :)
T x
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