How Much?

I'm a big fan of sex. So, whenever it is offered to me, I don't hesitate to at least consider the possibility of doin' it with the offerer -- you know, it plays in my head much the same way scenarios play in the head of J.D. on a Scrubs episode.

"But that would make you a raging slut", most of you are thinking.

Yes, in fact, it would make me a raging slut. But let's face it -- if someone says they want to screw you, you at least consider the possibility. And, lest we forget that I reside in The City That Sex Forgot, so my opportunities for getting a proper lay are few and far between. In fact, Hong Kong's lack of libido has been the point of discussion for ages. Durex even has to concoct(no pun intended)some ingenious new condoms just to entice HKers to bonk more. Hell, the Seven Eleven even places rubbers right under the counter where the bubble gum should be! They are presented in an array of delectable colors, flavours, designs...strangely enough though, a variety of sizes is not deemed as necessary. Do you know how many times I grabbed a box of three flavors thinking it was Dentyne Ice?


However, there was one time that I did not consider taking a guy up on the offer. I was out innocently dancing with my friends and this strange smelling little man approached with the inquiry of "how much".


"You think I am a PROSTITUTE?" I screamed incredulously. Then I pointed out the nearest exit and with an even tone I said, "Go! Go. Get away from me!" With that, he shot out of the bar.

I was gob smacked. I mean, just because I was wearing a ten dollar tube top from Giant Tiger and was hanging out in the Wan Chai red light district at 4 a.m. doesn’t give him the right to assume…right?

Shoulda told him $20,000 HKD. He probably would have ran a LOT faster.