Each month, I travel to Hong Kong to enjoy a few meals, do a little shopping, and bask in the awe-inspiring glory that is unrestricted internet access. It’s how I’m able to maintain my sanity and/or post on this blog, and these day trips have become the highlight of my time here.
Last November was no different; clad in my sweatpants and magnificently un-showered, I shuffled my way into the city to take advantage of the holiday sales and surprisingly tasty cheeseburgers.
But then things got interesting: On my way back to the university, I met a Hungarian doctor by the name of – I kid you not – István Kiss. He was thirty-two, here on business, and bore a striking resemblance to Jeremy Renner. His charm, good looks, and persistent ambiguity about what he was doing in China intrigued me. Or, it would have were I not covertly attempting to subdue my hair in the substantial downpour.
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| But why's he taking off... Never mind, keep doing what you're doing. |
He handed me his card and told me he wanted to take me to dinner. I tried to return with some witty response, but inhaled several gallons rainwater instead. As I hacked up a lung and he disappeared into the night, and ran my thumb over his name.
The things a girl has to do in the name of research.
Bond... James Bond,
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