I recently took a week-long trip to Taiwan with a girl I just met. I left after two days.
I first met her in Hong Kong about a month prior… I spot her from atop the Central-Mid-levels escalator, walking towards Lan Kwai Fong on Queens Road Central. It’s quite a distance, so you know she looked good. The hot chick powerwalk, the high heels, the superstar swaying of the hips. Up close, fantastic. She just turned 22, 5’4-5’5. Beautiful face, and a body that if she just worked out a little bit (or started eating better food, as her diet could have used quite a bit of improvement), would be slamming. Cute, feminine personality. Coy, but a bit of a firecracker, too.
We chat on the street for 10, 15 minutes. I get her number, we both do the head turnaround as we part ways. If you both do it, you obviously did something correct in the interaction.
A few days later, I text her:
Me: 1/24 21:34: “Hey Firecracker it’s Gladiator on my China # ,[sic]how’s your Chinese New Year? 這邊一直下雨,崗亭了[It’s been raining here, it just stopped]”
Her: 1/25 13:24: “Haa happy Chinese new year~we always have rain too~^^”
A few weeks go by, I don’t call.
Me: 2/12 21:50: “Hey Firecracker it’s Gladiator I just tried calling you and got some Cantonese message, maybe you can translate :)”
2/15 I called, we spoke briefly, was not sure if I got hung up on. An hour later, called back, got hung up on again.
Me: 2/15 21:54: “It’s Glatiator, wtf are you hanging up on for?”
It’s kind of tedious to recount these minor details, but here’s the interesting part: After all this, she re-initiates contact with a phone call that Saturday night. It turns out she’s in Shanghai, though of course the hanging up was a test to see my reaction. Apparently I pass with flying colors, because she’s like butter on the phone, especially after hearing my nonchalant reaction (read: NON-reaction). I explain that I thought she was with her boyfriend, and that was it. I think I can hear her hiccup with schoolgirl-crush attraction at such a congruent display of non-neediness and willingness to walk. We chat for about twenty minutes. A few hours later:
Her: 2/18 23:57: “Hey I miss u”
We make tentative plans for her to come visit me, and over the next two weeks speak a handful of times. She invites me to go with her to Taiwan. As I enjoy our conversations, know she is very attractive, and have a free schedule with my work, I accept, and she buys the ticket for me.
Thursday I meet her at the MTR station. She looks great; not as great as I imagined, but very attractive, for sure. After years in the game, little phases me anymore, even physical attractiveness. I really believe if it were Kate Upton I’d still be the man, since I’ve dated girls in that league, minus the celebrity, which I find undesirable as I enjoy privacy.
We get food, get some component for her cell phone, walk around, head back. She lives in a glorious pad in a super pimped out area in Hung Hom, across the river from Central. I’m imagining all the future glory times that will happen here. The sweet place I’ve got to stay any time I’m in Hong Kong, and the pimp pool I’ll get to use during the summer. Gladiator, you’re so smart.
Night: She asks/tells me to take a shower. I insist I showered that morning, and there’s no need. She insists. So do I. I hold my ground, but grudgingly wash my feet, musing that it’s cute she’s so fussy. Our flight is in several hours… the whole time I’m assuming that the two of us as an item is a done deal already. I get into her bed to sleep. I invite her. Smooth as ice.
She pulls out her cell phone and starts watching TV. I watch with her… it’s Chinese, interesting, and I don’t want to be too eager. Time passes, and I don’t want to be a schmuck, so I politely instruct her to turn around and stop caring so much about the TV. I kiss her a bit. She lets me, sort of. Other than perhaps some muscle movement in her lips, no response. It kind of fizzes out like that, and again devolves into cell-phone-TV-watching hell. I figure it’s par for the course since we’ve got another week together, and I don’t really react or care too much. Time passes, and, without sleep, it’s time to get ready for the flight. We’re still having a great time together, and the flirty banter is on full swing, as it has been since Day 1, really. We have a good vibe.
On the plane, I help her a bit with some English words in a Chinese book. I read Don’t Vote – It Just Encourages The Bastards and lol hard, sometimes obnoxiously so. We’re both tired.
As I had lived in Taiwan for some time, I know exactly what to do. I find our correct bus, and, once on it, figure out our correct stop. After disembarking, I navigate to our hotel, a little before check-in time. She’s tired, and cranky. Like a warm paternal figure, I firmly instruct her to relax as we walk around for an hour or two while they prepare the hotel rooms.
Upstairs, we both get ready for bed, and get in. I put my hand on her side to pull her around, and, half-asleep–how did she manage to sleep so quickly when she’s got such chemistry with this glorious hunk of man?–she firmly throws it off. I don’t push the issue, or do anything. I just kind of go to sleep, wondering what the hell is going on. We obviously like each other a lot, and it’s clear I’ve effortlessly demonstrated my strength of character, dominance, etc… basically, that I’m the man. So… what gives?
I somehow manage to get to sleep, despite this attractive girl lying in bed next to me. I have a dream that I turn into a raging beast and rape the shit out of her, and go to jail. Later, I would wonder if this had been a dream, or a passing throught. Lightest sleep ever. It’s now Friday night.
We get up, and vibes are great, as always. Flirty banter abounds. We plan to go to the Shilin Night Market. I do some quick searching and mapping, and plan our route from the hotel. When we get out of Jiantan station, we hold hands walking toward the market. Once there, we don’t hold hands anymore. We enjoy a couple hours walking around, eating food, sharing experiences. She is amazed when I negotiate the price down to almost nothing at one of those toy gun shooting range booths. I playfully explain that she’s dumb, and you can negotiate just about anything if you’re strong enough in your belief about it. The pulsations of her gina tingling are almost palpable. Eventually, we gear up to head back. I reach my hand out for her to hold it as we cross the street; I make it seem like I don’t notice when she doesn’t.
I admit the (slight, slight) possibility that since I was going to her and not vice versa, this triggered the same effect as if a girl invites you out with her friends… in other words, since she’s leading, and you’re the following puppy dog, you’re toast, cast into the depths of outer space, forever relegated to “orbiter” status, or male groupie. However, the fact that I kept the pimp hand strong, and was unwaveringly dominant and decisive throughout — I took charge of virtually every decision, from which bus route to take, to how to handle the hotel staff, and even the decision to go in the first place since I actually wanted to go to Taiwan — I consider this scenario highly unlikely. The self is always coming through, and I a strong, dominant, decisive person, so I find it hard to believe that the mere act of agreeing to go on a trip would influence things to such a degree.
I don’t regret it, because I base most of my personal growth on testing boundaries and exploring new territory. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, take the trip, first-hand reference experiences are how you grow.