"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’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."
