Diary Lies

Dear Diary

My first one night stand in Shanghai. It happened two nights ago.

It had a potential to be another affair but I guess he decided not to. "I'll call you." he said. But he didn't. Funny thing was, I also said to him "I'll email you" and the first thing I did when he walked out the room was to tear the piece of paper he noted down his contact details.

Perhaps we were just fulfilling what a good fling should do. Be polite. And leave.

I kind of liked him. A short, cute English man, in his mid-thirty but still had this boyish charm. And a master in going down on a woman. i.e. Me.

The last one night stand I had before this, was in Guangzhou. A short, cute Italian man, also in his mid-thirty. And a very fit body that seemed to last forever.

They came passing my life for a few hours and they disappeared. I wouldn't even bother to nickname them. I could hardly remember their faces.

They were just one of these faces. These faces that blurred together. Very vague. Hardly memorable. Just like the pleasure they gave me.

Pleasure, I couldn’t even be sure that I had receive any.