Drunken Honesty
Late 2005 I was out with some boorish banker clients and, as visitors to our fair shores, they wanted to go and see Hong Kong's Wanchai girly bars. Sperm splashed velveteen has never really been my thing and certainly not with clients. So we made the sort of plan that only makes sense after a skinfull - I would wait in the 'normal' bar (Mes Amis if you know it) and they would join me afterward.

So there I am, nursing another drink I don't need, slowly realising they aren't coming back (intelligence is not a strong suit) when I see a vision. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen - if cartoon physiology was real my jaw would have hit the floor. She was in a big mixed group but as far as I could see not with anyone of them in particular.

I knew I should just leave and not make a tool of myself but it was like a challenge from the Gods. She was waaaay out of my league - I knew that even pissed. I was drunk, reeking of ale and deadliest of all, on my own, but I knew being blown out would be less painful than kicking myself for not trying.

But what to say? "Hello Chick, my name's Dick, want some"? just didn't seem appropriate. I decided I would near finish my drink and speak to her as I was on my way out to lessen the pain should she loudly tell me, just as the music dips, to fuck off - which is what I expected. And without a clue what to say I decided to go with fate and just say the first thing than came to mind. I drank slowly and fearfully.

The moment came and I slouched from my chair in my least drunken stalkerish way. I sat beside her and said "I was about to leave but I had to talk to you first. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen".

No I don't know where it came from either. She smiled. And we talked. And laughed. And then at 5am she said she had a flight to catch in 3 hours and she really had to rush off. Oh yeah I thought - super excuse though. We swapped numbers and I thought that would be that. But it wasn't by a long way.

We're still together, married and have little Prescottsflu now. And she still reckons she's out of my league. She's right of course, but I win.
(prescottsflu infected you at, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 4:51, 9 replies)

*click*
lovely stuf :)
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 4:57, closed)

trolley dolleys
make great wives
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 5:45, closed)

oops
yes so I understand. She isn't. But it does read a bit like that doesn't it.
(prescottsflu infected you at, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 8:32, closed)

There's a lot to be said for drunken honesty
Good on you sir. Have a click
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 9:33, closed)

Wonderful, but...
you could have posted a pic!
( Vambo, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 11:06, closed)

teknikly
I would do but I don't know how to even make my text little. Is it HBOS code or sumfink?
(prescottsflu infected you at, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 17:29, closed)

Your wife tells you she's out of your league?
She sounds like a wonderful woman
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 13:00, closed)

Ahh, Mes Amis....
The Civilized place to go on Lockhart, then on to Carnegies before ending up in JB's, or on particularly ruinous nights that dodgy downstairs club in Luard Rd across from JBs. Fab.
(Mr. Ploppy, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 16:34, closed)

Wow
*click*
(WillI'mNot logs in twice a year, every year, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 21:55, closed)