Published by Swiss James on 26 Feb 2008
Dating in Shanghai
The singles scene in Shanghai is a very sad place indeed.
I thank Krishna every day that I managed to hook up with Emma on my first ever night out (even if it did take 3 months of begging, cajouling and mild hypnosis before she agreed to be my girlfriend), because if I’d fallen into the Chinese ex-pat dating pit, I’d bump into these kind of characters:
- Bachelor without a clue
- Bridget Jones starts to lose it
- Sugar Daddy wanted, apply within.
Oh mate, I can’t believe I’m the one to tell you this, but if a girl says she’s going to the bathroom and then climbs out of the window, she probably isn’t The One.
Hey crazy lady! There is no whiskey bar at Yu Garden, I’ve looked!
There is a difference between a “Shanghai Princess” and a prostitute. It’s just that I can never remember what that difference is.
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