It’s Chinese Valentines day or something like that. Qixi festival. Basically just another day to me. Nothing much. It also the day that the typhoon was supposed to roll in. But it has been more of a dud than I expected. Te way my coworkers talked I thought the factory was going to be blown away today.
I decided to roll into town and see what was going on. I was guess that it was going to be a bunch of couples all holding hands and being all cheesy. I was right.
But what I didn’t notice was what is happening right now. I think people are scared of me. Or it’s just me over thinking the situation.
Here I sit at Starbucks. Because there are no western bars here I am stuck with the thing that resembles them the most, a coffee shop. Where I can sit and drink coffee, read the news, and look at the hotties.
Now, why would I think that everyone is scared of me, well, mainly because they seem to avoid me like the plague. I just had a pair of girls walk around the corner, spot the empty seats next to me, then spot me, and I watched there smiles fade away like sunshine before a typhoon.
Happened a few minutes ago too. I am sitting around a coffee table with 7 seats around it. Just me punched up like a bird of paradise flaunting his feathers.
Hell who am I kidding, they don’t see many foreigners so they probably are scared.
I mean, I would be too if some hot ass foreigner was sitting all alone. Wouldn’t you?