What happens when you put a gay Chinese, Japanese, Filipino and a Chinese-Vietnamese in one room? Fabulousness overload!
The Chinese guy is just as animated as yours truly, but he immediately became my idol. I will worship the runway he catwalks on.
The most classic statement ever said last night came from the Japanese dude.
"Oh my God! I feel like I'm babysitting all 3 of you!"
No, he's not being a party-pooper! It was all said in jest. He's the Dorothy to my Golden Girls. The Miranda of my Sex and the City. J'adore him to death! And he taught me something last night that I just might have to try one day. Nonchalance! Yes! Apparently, it's new craze in the Gayborhood. It's the new way of picking up guys, or have guys come on to you. You have to exude mystery.
We went to the place again. We congregated. We spreaded more Asian fairy dusts all over. And the Chinese did her ancient magic and randomly flirted PROFUSELY with an extremely, EXTREMELY handsome patron. WHO, I might add, was returning the favor by flirting back at him. 10,000 points were added to the Chinese guy in my book. He totally got my respect. LUCKY BITCH! Hahahahaha!!!
And speaking of oozing hotness, please go to Mr. g8s and wish him a Happy Birthday!
It was a wonderful night. A night that mercilessly topped the previous one. I can't wait for the sequel.
I went home smiling. I'm still smiling. And only my Gaysians know why.
