Wednesday. April 1st. I have officially been living in Asia for ten months now. Crazy.

How am I doing today? Uhh, pretty good, I guess, aside from the ongoing existential crisis I am currently undergoing. At least I have a never-ending rotation of hot international beefcakes going on in my calendar! Cheers to that!

I have become exactly like the men I hate. Well done, me. Well done, indeed. Way to win the battle of the sexes on behalf of feminism and equality and justice for all!

Don’t hate the player, hate the game!

And so we say farewell to our lovely Russian gentleman caller. It was fun! I had a good time. Nothing like a casual encounter between two consenting adults!

Anyway, that story is over, at least for now. Maybe he will pop up in Hong Kong again and invite me to stay with him at a different luxury hotel. Or maybe he will go home and fix his relationship with his ex-wife (never got a clear answer on that situation btw) and I will never see or hear from him ever again. Who knows!

Meanwhile, back in Central, I went out to get dinner last night and write. I passed by the Finance Bro Bar on my way up the escalator. As I crossed the street, I looked inside and saw the same group of men from Friday night all staring directly at me.

I remembered one of them as a very loud, outspoken, Baby Boomer MAusGA. He was mean-mugging me so hard. Everything about his face said, “You better not come back in here.”

I was just like, “Bitch, I don’t want to. Why would I want to watch you snort coke off of a dirty bar toilet when I can lounge around the Mandarin Oriental, casually making fun of the tacky decor with a man who is decidedly not doing cocaine? At least the Russian guy had some class!”

Ridiculous.

I fully plan to avoid that place like the plague. I was going through job postings recently and thought to myself, “I should just get one of these boring corporate jobs and I’ll be taken care of for awhile.”

Then I walked straight into the lion’s den, aka Happy Hour with all the bankers and fin-tech bros. I walked away thinking… “This world is not for me. The money? Yes. The luxury? Yes. The culture of pure degeneracy and total moral decay? No.”

And so I returned to the world I did know: the bars and the men and the stories about it all. And now here we are, with yet another story about meeting a random man in a random bar. I fully admit that it’s getting really boring, but I also don’t know what else to do right now. I am just giving myself some extra kindness and grace this week because… ugh.

Okay, well, new month, new me! I say this all the time, but… yeah. Let’s just keep going. We will figure it all out, somehow!

I don’t know what we are figuring out, but… whatever. Let’s just go with the flow!