Just got back from club Nu. By not drinking I was able to see through many illusions. The girls who came to sit with us were not only not that pretty, but also plainly, at the very least, "semi" pro. These girls in China who frequent the clubs look to foreigners as advantageous pieces to hold. Of course, foreigners also use Chinese girls to have a good time so I suppose there is a mutually benefical relationship going on. Still though, when my friend's girlfriend's friends (and I am a little dubious about his girlfriend, who works at the club, but have decided not to mention it to him because he is somewhat infatuated right now) came to sit with us at a table none of us knew we were getting ($$$), all I saw were money grubbing junior-hookers.
I felt i was seeing through the lights and beer goggles and sexy outfits and machismo even in its most benign form. Even a cheers and a pledge between guys to go out and have a good time felt rather shallow. Go out and do what? Drink more and hunt for more girls? I met three girls who did not work at the club who were friends of a girl I met at another club. I want to sigh right now kind of. As these girls and my more drunken and lively guy friends left, i stayed behind with Randolph, Justin, and his girlfriend. Randolph was as usual more unselfish than me, and demanded we keep our friend company. I wanted to get out of that club and into my bed.
And then something happened. I met our waitress. Not a flirtatious and flashy clad girl using sexuality to lighten wallets, but the girl who refilled our pitchers of green tea and Remy and cleaned off our tables. The quiet ones in plain black clothes who are barely seen. Well, she was awesome. Didn't speak a word of English. But she projected a personality that was soooo very genuine especialy juxtaposed with most of hte girls you find around these parts. By the end of the night Randolph and I had engaged her in a photo shoot, drank and joked with her (hope she doesn't get in trouble), and we also learned a new dice game from Juicy. That was her name, Juicy; she was a beacon of reality in a building that promised dreams but delivered hangovers.


Oh, and she was really, really, really cute. You can't totally shun superficiality right? zaijian