The Cute Asian

OK. I have just returned home from a singles' party. AND I PICKED UP! I told you Soleil was back! Anyway, I really wasn't going to go to this thing. I guess, when it is the choice between a singles' party and a date with the television, the party is bound to come up trumps.

So, we went out to a club in the city. Earlier speed dating experiences had been through these people and I had also been to a VERY crap singles' party run by them as well, so I was less than optimistic and just looking to pass the time. We enter the venue. We are given a 'truth or dare' card. Your task is to fill up a row of truths or dares. "What types of questions were on these cards?" I hear you ask. Well one was to do a sexy dance for someone. That was my opening. I chose the hot Asian. Now, I NEVER go for Asians. So this is VERY interesting for me and I'm not really sure what to make of it, but my cousin, who was with me agreed. HOT Asian.

Sexy dance. Well, Soleil was looking damn fine in her new black dress with the back cut out of it. I was a little worried I would look slutty but I didn't. STUNNING was the word for it. Anyways, I didn't want the Asian boy at this time in the night. It was early days. I had just arrived and there were my staple Aussie boys to check out. *Sigh* Off went the Aussie boys with the model type girls even I can't compete with ;-) But sexy Asian, now he was turned on by my flirting. The stupid thing is I am SUCH a flirt when I am not interested in the guy!

Lucky that things changed because I started to appreciate how stylish he actually was. He told me that he bases his dress sense on Kiefer Sutherland in 24- strange, but OK. I'll go with it. It wasn't the worst answer in the world.

Anyway, we now have an alias for the guy. Lets call him Kiefer. So Kiefer starts telling me that he just finished a Psychology degree and did a project on dating. He concluded that beauty is not really in the eye of the beholder but that everyone generally goes for the same people and that men are sluts and women are not. This is hardly rocket science, I suppose, but it did make for interesting conversation. Then he went in for the kiss.

And it was a kiss. It wasn't a pash, it was a kiss. But it was a good one. It wasn't a fish kiss. It wasn't devoid of emotion. It was a nice kiss. So this continued a few more times even though there were plenty of other guys that I could have been checking out and getting phone numbers off. It seemed that I had my guy for the evening and that was the way that a decent girl like me was supposed to act. So I did.

And.... well Soleil might actually have a date for Valentine's Day!