Wednesday night. Head out to a gay bar, see a cute girl sitting at the edge of a VIP area, tap her on the shoulder and tell her I think she’s cute. Introductions, number exchange, chat, kiss goodbye. Pepe.
Later on in the night I see her vomiting on the street.
“Hey, I just made out with that chick.”
Friday night. Mission: hook up with a cute Asian chick.
I head to a bar and begin hitting on everyone that qualifies. Taking girls by the hand and saying “Dance with me”. Most oblige, some end up making out with me. Pepe texts me and tells me she’s there. Pulls me into the VIP table she had purchased for the weekend.
Her family and friends are cheering me on, pushing her to make out with me. One of the guys takes her hand and places it down my pants. Her brother playfully pulls her hand out of my pants and pours me a drink. Pepe is happily embarrassed.
One of the guys pulls me aside and explains how it’s her last night in the US before she has to head back to China – she’s apparently a millionaire heiress of a billionaire-built food and energy conglomerate. She’s into white guys but hasn’t found one yet.