It was a Saturday night in the quiet part of Hong Kong. Crickets were chirruping idly in the trees, and in the distance, I could see a small child playing with abandoned armaments. There was a slight chill in the air, but the sky was clear and crisp, and the evening was mercifully dry.
"You know what we should do?" I said to Michael.
Michael took a long draw on his cigarette, dropped it and ground the butt under the heel of his boot.
"Why don't we go out?" he replied. "We'll go to the usual places, looking for a boyfriend for me, but you can come along for company. Later on, I'll pick on someone gorgeous, fixate on them, and not be hugely surprised when I go home alone. You, meanwhile, can basically pick and choose despite your awful chat-up lines and your bulging beer belly."
"Hey," I said. "That beer belly is nothing compared to what it's going to be like in a couple of years."
He pointed out how true that statement was and sniggered ironically.
Later, we stood in a dark corner in a crowded bar, making mock of everyone we could see. We mocked plaid-shirt-guy, we mocked grandfather-and-grandson-couple, we even briefly mocked South-American-barman, mainly because we knew he trimmed his chest hair. It was a fairly typical Saturday night.
And then, across the room, I saw the man who was to change my life.
[To be continued, 22 Jan 2005]
OH my, Like, I can't wait!!!
Posted by Douglas
January 23, 2004 4:52 PM
Was Michael a bit peeved that you pulled and he didn't?
Sounds like he was used to it by then...
Posted by Douglas
January 23, 2004 9:29 PM
Actually...Hang on a minute. I may have made an assumption here.
This piece is titled: "This is how we met"
but the last line, "And then, across the room, I saw the man who was to change my life.", could be taken in a completely different way from the way I originally interpreted it.Which is to say, it might *not* have been Scott.
It probably was, but I've decided that there followed some unlikely, but narratively satisfying, sequence of events involving this man that led Alan to meet Scott.
The pictures are much better in my head; especially the rooftop chase sequence.
We CAN'T wait THAT long... We can't. We can't we can't.
*diarises the date so Alan doesn't get off that easily*