I’m in a relationship now so I’m off the market as they say, which wonderfully implies that there’s an actual market to find someone to date. Unfortunately the bird and flower market is not a good pick-up spot unless your potential mate loves flowers and avian flu, and, paradoxically, the ladies market only sells fake t-shirts and is filled with fat white guys. I guess there’s a market in Macau or in Jordan massage parlors but let’s just move on before HK Magazine gets sued for libel, or commended for the sacrifices we make for journalism.
In previous times, however, I did involve myself in the dating scene here in Hong Kong, which was both a complete blast and completely terrifying. To clarify, by “dating“ I am referring to going out to dinner and dessert, not the following exchanges:
“Hi can I buy you a drink?”
“Omigod, I love this Kanye song!”
“Really, me too! Also, I think that boring thing you said is really interesting! ”[smile]
“We’re soul mates!”