G[F] hooked up with a guy in Hong Kong. Turns out he was [M]arried!

Gf told me about her business trip when she went to Hong Kong. Her story…

I had been single and in a dry spell for 6 months and I really wanted someone, but being in a foreign city it was impossible. I didn’t speak Mandarin and I didn’t party very much, so it was a bit lonely.

One day, this guy sat next to me on the bus back from a night out with my coworkers. It was a hotel-shuttle and turns out he was staying there too.

We chatted about being foreigners in a random city, and there was a bit of a spark, but I didn’t think too much of it.

Next weekend, I ran into him again, this time at a club in downtown. After a few dances, we started grinding and he slid his fingers juuuust past my panties and I -FELT- myself getting wet from just that.

We took a cab back to the hotel, making out like teenagers the whole way.

He was handsome, about your height *(— I’m 6′ ish—)* and had nice eyes and was a really good kisser.

[MF] Not just polo

Gf and I were watching The Crown recently. A scene where Princess Anne remarks having eyed a captain while playing polo. I said, hang on, they’re wearing helmets, and long pants, how can you even tell who’s hot?

*Oh yeah, you can sometimes. Plus, they’re wearing tight pants, and some of these guys have a nice butt!*

I said, have you been to a polo game?

*yes, a couple*

and? see someone hot?

*umm…maybe? haha*

no maybes, really, who was it?

*one of the players*

hah of course, what’s his name?

*Rafe*

sounds..

*Italian, he was from italy*

playing polo?

*why not?*

ok, and?

*and what?*

you thought he was hot?

*oh fuck yeah, he was*

(that got my attention)– and? did you hook up with him?

*no, of course not*

cmon really? you’re kidding

*fine, well, we didn’t hookup. i met him after for dinner, and we made out a bit, and he put his hand up my top and felt my boobs in his car*

ooh, nice.

*yeah, but that was it*