Thursday morning. Woke up at 6am but stayed in bed until 8:30am. Finally dragged myself out of bed and down to the coffee shop. The place next door is doing renovations so the street is very loud. Somehow I am blocking it out anyway.
I had another dream about the Hot Beef Stew. In the dream, he was telling me that he was upset with me about showing strangers his picture.
I shrugged and said exactly what he said to me as he was putting his shorts back on to go home to the wife he didn’t tell me he had: “Maybe you shouldn’t act like such a slut.”
He just looked down at the ground and nodded.
“I deserved that,” he said.
“Yeah, you did,” I replied. “I hope you learned your lesson about cheating on your wife. You’re lucky I haven’t tracked her down and told her myself. I could have done that very easily while I was in Bangkok. However, I decided to let you deal with it yourself. That’s your mess to clean up, not mine.”
He nodded at me but didn’t say anything. The dream ended and I woke up to another rainy day in Hong Kong.
I stepped out of my apartment this morning at the same time my neighbor was leaving the apartment I used to live in. He was VERY attractive. Tall, beefy, dark hair, soooo my type. He froze up when he saw me and just stared at me in that way men do when they see an attractive woman.
Then I noticed the wedding ring on his finger. In that moment, my attraction turned to pure disgust. I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Oh no, not this shit again.”
I said good morning to him politely, he said good morning back. Then I promptly walked right past him to take the stairs instead of the lift. Ain’t no way I’m getting into that tiny little elevator with a hot married man. Not today, Satan!
Now I am sitting here outside the cafe, watching people as they walk by. I take note of the clothing and the umbrellas they carry. I love Hong Kong street style. Everyone here is so put-together all the time. It’s the exact opposite of South Dakota, where people are actively hostile towards fashion. Bangkok doesn’t have much of a sense of style because everyone is so relaxed all the time. It’s very refreshing for me. I love fashion!
The main style for women here skews towards loose pants or long skirts. Some of the younger women wear mini skirts, but it’s more common to see them on tourists. The skirt I bought the other day is a mini skirt, but I’ve only been wearing it with leggings. It’s a pleated skirt that looks very school uniform-ish. It makes me look at least 10-15 years younger when I wear it. I already look way younger than my age (37) so wearing a pleated mini skirt makes me look like I’m on my way to school.
There used to be a rule on “What Not To Wear” that says “No mini skirts after the age of 35.” Now I understand why that’s a thing. I’ve decided to ignore the rule and wear the skirt anyway.
Yet another reason why I avoided the man in the elevator. He’s probably a creeper if he’s looking at me like that while I’m dressed like this. Probably bored with his marriage. Probably on a business trip so he thinks he can get away with it. Probably does this all the time.
Well, you can leave me the hell out of whatever your situation is, dude. If you want privacy and discretion, you can pay a sex worker for it. Leave me the fuck alone!
Ahhh… the sun has finally come out! Hello, beautiful sun! How I’ve missed you so! Let me bask in your warmth and feel the glow.
Not sure how to spend my day today. I should definitely take advantage of the weather to turn off my screen and go explore the Island. I love how they call it “The Island” as if there is only one island that makes up HK. It’s just one of those things that is funny to me.
On that note, I’m off. Have a nice day!