This is a photo of a sandwich. Not just any sandwich, I call it the sandwich of recovery. It was the only thing I was able to stomach after a long (but fun) night out with 3 Scandinavian guys.
A friend asked for recommendations on where to bring his two friends who would be in town. I said, okay well what do you want to do? He replied, oh err go out have fun look at chicks and maybe pick up chicks…
It was only normal that I very excitedly articulated, “I WANNTTTTT TOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :D”
A night out with 3 white boys on the hunt? Wouldn’t you want to go too???
One of the places we went to was the Beach Club. Yes yes, the notorious KL meat market, which I thoroughly recommend to all tourists. In fact I strongly believe it’s a cultural experience.
I suspected the girls didn’t approach my friends as much because I was nearby. So I excused myself and stood in one corner of the club and watched the live band in action. Beach Club always hire decent bands, even back in the early 2000s.
Anyway I was right for when I rejoined them, they had girls hanging on to them left right and centre.
It was amazing what they could get away with. “Are those real?” he asked, referring to the girl’s girls. She leaned forward slightly so he reached out and squeezed them.
Of course the girls had motives; hopefully to be paid. But they don’t approach everyone, just narrow vision zoom in on the Caucasians.
I’ve always said it’s great to be a white man in Asia. Not so awesome for the rest of us yellow and brown folks (ironically it’s our home country) but can’t fault the white man either. It’s your world.
So it was a real fun eye-opening experience. Quite different from a regular night out with friends. Didn’t take any photos, didn’t seem appropriate. If any of you is feeling generous and want to take me along on your chick hunting exercise, feel free to call me. That’s all I want to say, really.