I think all runners are sexy, as long as they are female!
There are beautiful girls all around, strutting about in their trendy attire. Being a tall, white guy, I do get looks, often enough. And just as often, those looks come with a smirk of dislike, wrinkling around the nose.
Just to make it clear - I don’t stink, and am not bad looking. I guess I’m just not Asian enough. The girls I met here gave impression they’d rather die than be seen in a close proximity with a gwai-lo. That may hurt my ego, but preserves my chastity. The thing is, I’d rather be screwed than chaste.
This is how I feel in Hong Kong. Like the rabbit, not Alice!
Testing and comparing. No, really!
Hot day in Hong Kong. The heat is relentless and doesn’t forgive a tourist for being unprepared. I was sweating in a lineup for a bus, when a sweet voice spiced with American drawl asked if I would share a cab ride.
I must have looked surprised, because she flashed a disarming smile. Her eyes were two deep, dark almonds, her smile pure radiance. I must have accepted the offer, because I found myself sitting in a cab next to her. Her skirt barely covered anything, her legs were mile long, her skin seemed smooth and spotless. I so longed to share much more than a cab ride.
I wish I could write about a long insightful conversation we had, or knowing looks we exchanged, I wish they didn’t happen only in my imagination. I wish she didn’t just pull out her smart phone and started tapping on it.
At the end, I was once more rewarded with that amazing smile, and a long look at those perfect legs as she strolled slowly, her heels twirling inward just a little with every step, making it appear as she’s dancing away from me.
Just run
Skipping
Running at sundown
This meager cup is the first ever marathon winner’s cup from the first modern Olympics in Athens, Greece, 1896.
That explains why she looks so good. :)
