A supposed date

A French guy working in London but passing through wanted to have lunch with me.  We ended up going to a Michelin-recommended Spanish tapa place in Central.  It was my first time meeting him.  A date at a fancy restaurant certainly counts at least as one of my 100 dates, since there has been no formal invitation.  He was very skinny. I guess that goes with being French.  Quite a talker, he went on with any subject we brought up.  Seldom do I meet people who talk more than me - he definitely did, which made me somewhat feel better about myself for not spilling the beans about myself and all that I feel.

In the afternoon I visited an undergrad friend currently teaching at a Hong Kong university and recently moved from the Bay Area.  Her husband mentioned all the single guys he knows in the Bay Area.  All working in software engineering, all single.  That was definitely how my brother was when he was there, complaining about the screwed ratio there.  The scene is definitely reversed here.  I suggested that I would go back to California as frequently as possible year so I can expand my social web there, despite the exorbitant travel fee that might incur (My Chinese New Year ticket to LA costs more than US$2k).  My girlfriend seemed less enthusiastic and suggested that I just go through her facebook friends and look for those in the Bay Area.  They are geeks, she remarked.

Upon coming back to Hong Kong side, I caught up with the Frenchie for a drink and decided to bring him back for fun.  So second time this year I should say.  He's a decent guy but I realized how skinny he is.  He feels skinnier than me and I never got that masculine protective feeling from him.  Sometimes when I looked at him I thought about a Holocaust victim.  I guess that's the other side of physique.  My ex-crush in Chicago gained weight with time but I felt good with him.  This guy I felt was kind of flimsy.  Also being French, there is just something off.  They think differently than the English-speakers and the Chinese.  He did spend five years in the States so I'd say that helps, but still.

To conclude, lots of interesting things I learned from talking to him.  One of which is "Lies are the grease for civilization."  He doesn't think one needs to be always honest.  He heard on the American radio-type show like "Dear Abbey" that if you cheated on your spouse, you should confess to him and work it out.  He thinks it's best to not tell.  How would the other person react?  To know that he or she was not attractive enough to  deserve the partner's loyalty?  Are all the greeting really an honest response?  How are you?  I'm fine . I'm great?  True.  That is one lesson I need to learn when I try to speak too much.