Her name is Pam. She is from the Netherlands. I had met her earlier and offered to accompany her around the city. We proceeded to get fucking LOST in HK. We saw several places, took many buses, but mostly, we talked. Her English was great, so she was able to get my horrible sense of humor. Overall, I think I layed my game down flat. That is, until the end of the afternoon. I don't know why, but I didn't make a move. Her eyes were gorgeous, definitely green with a touch of hazel on the inside.
Nonetheless, it's not all over. I have her phone number and she's here for the long haul. I don't know why I assumed I can do better, because if I really felt that way I wouldn't have spent an afternoon with her. Nonetheless, she's in my league and well worth the effort. If only I wasn't so goddamn busy with this business.
As much regret as I have, I must turn the great Juelz Santana at a time like this. MONEY OVER BITCHES
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