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How to Get Ditched: Hong Kong Dates from Hell

HK Magazine readers tell us about their very worst dates. 

PUBLISHED : Friday, 05 August, 2016, 11:44am
UPDATED : Wednesday, 19 October, 2016, 5:20pm

"I was on a date at The Pen lobby café with a Russian guy who kept bragging about how rich he was. When the bill came, he made it clear he had no intention of paying. I ended up paying $500-something for our meal. I never saw him again."

"Some guy on Tinder wanted to meet up, and so I told him to come meet me at a bar where I knew some of my friends would be, in case he turned out to be a creep. He arrived with a wingman, who I mistakenly thought was him because he looked nothing like his photos. He refused to go into the bar where I was and insisted on drinking next door at the gay bar, with his friend. Needless to say, things didn't go anywhere with this guy."

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"I was heading to meet a guy from Tinder. I was stuck in traffic and ended up showing up about 15 minutes late. I arrived to find him talking to the hot female bartender. I assumed they were friends so I went up to them and waited to be introduced. No introduction came, and I quickly realized that he was in fact hitting on her. I sat there waiting for him to finish before our date began."

"I’m from Hokkaido, and I had recently moved to Hong Kong. I was eager to meet new people and found a bar in Lan Kwai Fong that seemed pretty comfortable. A young, rockstar-looking guy introduced himself as a hairdresser. My English wasn’t great and I knew zero Cantonese, but we chatted; I could understand he wanted to talk about my hair. He invited me to go up to his salon to give my hair some sort of special treatment. He was polite and friendly, so I said OK. It was late, so he opened up the salon just for me—VIP treatment, I thought! He went to the back of the store to switch on the lights and came back with a bottle of champagne. He handed me a salon robe; I turned around to let him help me put it on, and when I turned back he had dropped his pants. He started stroking himself. In shock I said something like, ‘What are you doing?’ He replied, ‘What do YOU want to do?’ I fled the salon with the robe still on, him just standing there waving his dick."

"Before meeting my husband, I wondered why it was so hard to find true love. Maybe it was because I judged men’s appearances too harshly, so I went on a date with a nerdy guy, perhaps to prove something. He was an awkward lawyer-to-be. We planned to meet at a Chinese restaurant in Kowloon Tong. He didn’t make a reservation, so we went to a dingy local teahouse in Shek Kip Mei. He stared at my boobs throughout the entire dinner and even tried to freestyle a few lines of Chinese poetry. He compared himself to a ‘pen full of love.’ I never called him back."

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"After several dates already, I invited the guy I was seeing back home. After sex, the guy kept pointing at my furniture, saying ‘oh, this is so nice, where did you get it? How much is it?"