SINGLE IN THE CITY

by Foxy Romantic

In 10 years of dating and 52 countries visited, I met all kinds of men… Some amazing ones, some less amazing, some, frankly, not amazing. But I had to wait for last Wednesday to meet the biggest jerk ever.

Do I have a blinking neon sign across my chest that says, “Cheat on your girlfriend with me”?! I’m wondering this because the last three guys I encountered (count ‘em three!) had long distance relationships with serious girlfriends. They all seemed like nice decent guys but despite the fact that they were taken, they chatted me up anyway. I’m sensing a pattern here.

by Weavergirl

It's a joke and a fact that we were in long distance relationship - I lived in Hong Kong and he lived in Kowloon (where is almost New Territories). I worked on the island and he worked on the dark side. It was a pain to cross the Victoria Harbor/River because we both worked long hours and it took such a long time. Because of that, it was also a pain that we could only meet once a week.

by Foxy Romantic

From age 18-25, I moved from country to country modeling. My contracts usually lasted 2 months at a time so if there’s anything I've definitely experienced, it’s a long distance relationship. Do I believe in it? Well I believe in love, I believe that if 2 persons are right for each other they can make it work.

by CanadianGirl

by Foxy Romantic

I had just broken it off with my serious boyfriend and summer in Hong Kong seemed sticky and unbearable. Perhaps it's frivolous, but I thought the best solution was to forget my troubles by hopping on a plane to Ibiza- the land of gorgeous beaches, hot people and wild parties!

It’s no myth that Hong Kong in all its glitzy splendor can be a daunting (or exciting, depending on how you look at it) place for the newly single or desperate girl. Before one realizes that everyone who goes out on a regular basis is somehow related to each other by at most 4 degrees, the city is a giant bag of candy. A man-dy store… so many options, so many flavors! After a while though, the thrill fades away.

By Aspiring Ashton

We met on a yacht. She looked great in her Dior cut-away one piece swimsuit. She looked fit, and I said so, I asked if she was a swimmer she said yes she’d been on her State team back in the US. I could tell, her legs were lithe, her shoulders square, her arms not the usual two wet noodles hanging off her body, I could see the muscles glide just under the surface of her sun tanned skin. We swapped numbers I don’t know why, she was out of my league, perhaps she liked the cut of my Vilebrequins. I didn’t care that she was fifteen years older than me, so, she’s a cougar, what’s wrong with that.

I had three basic goals on my list upon arriving in Hong Kong. These were to build my career, make new friends, and pop my cherry.

I was on the verge of breaking up with a guy who I’d been seeing for slightly more than a year. I was teetering on the decision, because in some way I was trying to convince myself that maybe we could still make it work, even though I knew in my heart it was over.

“Are you sure you want to be single in Hong Kong?” Dan asked.
“I’d rather be single than unhappy,” I replied.