Ben reminds me of some quote I blurted out once about moving to Hong Kong: “it’s like, you know in dragonballZ, when the guys finally take off their training weights and start fighting for real? That’s what it’s like.”
Walking home after another run up Blue Pool Road, and I’ve got my shirt in my hand, trying to stem the drips from my face.
“Excuse me!”
Guy with beige horn-frame glasses and a neck towel, approaches me. He’s trying to ask in a roundabout way, whether I would consider modelling his sports clothing line. All I can think is that horn-frame glasses guy is probably trying to hit on me. He says I remind him of some actor who I don’t know, and that my killer feature is my moustache (which is in fashion, by the way). I tell him to send me a message and I’ll think about it.
This is not good for my ego.
