John met a fellow expat in Hong Kong - tall, blond, young and handsome, the gay from Brooklyn that blew him away.
He works in an American bank, full of charisma and youth. His name Richard Henderson, he and John met at Ritz Sky Bar. They spent the night at John's hotel, the night before he flies back with Millie.
John recalls the night as unforgettable, his abs, his gluts and his arms feel like an 'Avenger'. The smell of his Tom Ford scent, allures him for more. His lips brushes against his, feeling him grow inch by inch and their bodies against each other so close and intimate.
Millie's boyfriend detoured to Hong Kong to see her, Jack an IT engineer turned IT entrepreneur, who somewhat looks out of her league. Makes an onlooker think... now I know why she isn't marrying him. Jack was good looking back in the day, and must have concentrated more on building a business over muscles. In contrast to John's man - an "Avenger" lookalike. They had their night of passion and pleasure, and devoted two weeks together.
For some people being physical apart for most of the year works for them and after all it is something you sign up for as an expatriate.
John and Millie caught up over brunch, Richard headed to his usual office in Central District.
'It's lovely here isn't it, locals are efficient, clean and vibrant'. John would have always preferred to be in Hong Kong, though it's near the tropics the weather is far from it. But what use is the tropic when it really is what it seems.
'So it seems the acquisition is moving forward' Millie missed drinking flat white and thankfully Hong Kong does it well. 'The offering company isn't going anywhere, they're determined to push through' John never had a perfect cup of flat white, and this reminds him of what could happen when he starts working for an Australian owned company. 'Change' he took a sip and another one, sliced himself a chicken sandwich and slid it demurely into his mouth 'take it, it's happening'.
'What changes are you looking forward to' John asked Millie, crumbling away those bread crumbs from his fingers. 'The irony is, when you anticipate change it doesn't seem to happen but when you don't want change it happens' she looked down on an empty plate picking on her finger nails. 'Maybe change already happened you just weren't aware of it, you've probably been side tracked with all the anticipation' his wisdom passed on to someone a decade younger. Sceptical with his words 'you really think so'.
John leaned closer 'meeting you and being your friend - it changed me. I came in terms with my sexuality, and finally felt for the first time to be in close contact with a man. Maybe day by day change happens, so trivial changes that we just seem not to notice because it seems insignificant until you open your senses and realised I'm ready for the big change, new relationship, new country or whatever it is you're hoping for'.
Listening to John is soothing - the wisdom taken from experiences, the happiness that bore from misery and the success built by failure.
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The Late Night Coffee Drinkers
Ficción GeneralAn intimate group of thirty something friends an expat journalist, a Canadian underwriter and a transsexual local real estate agent living in the metropolis, gather round for coffee pondering their lives, their relationships, their careers, and thei...