SINGLE IN THE CITY

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.

By Foxy Romantic

I originally came to Hong Kong to recover from my longest love story, 4 years on and off with a serial cheater and I decided the best way not to succumb to his charms anymore was to put 10,000 km between us and to spend my summer in Asia.

As a new single, of course I was going out quite a lot, especially to Dragon-I- the land of the models, bankers and local celebrities.

by RJ in HK

A recent string of one night stands has had me texting all the girls I know to ask them for their ‘Sex and the City’ DVD collection. I need to watch every single episode because I desperately need an insight into the female psyche.

Let me explain, but first…

Size does matter. In the game of flirtations, sexual proclivities, and the ultimate evolutionary drive to procreate, size matters. The size of your bank account, the size of your personality, the size of your intellect. The size of a specific individual human trait, however arbitrarily measured, works in favor of those that can show they have more then the other men around them. And in the arena of alpha male head butting, I generally dominate with my intellect.

By Helmut the Hairless

I will never forget the first woman I slept with in Hong Kong, but not because of the romance nor because she was a tigress in the sack. Rather, the memory was etched into my brain by trauma—the trauma that I experienced when I finally made it to removing my soon-to-be lover’s sexy lingerie to reveal an unkempt, almost feral bush worthy of National Geographic. I had just discovered what others had failed to warn me about: that the wooly mammoth, thought to be extinct for over 10,000 years, was alive and well in Hong Kong.

By Lola in HK

After a couple of months of roaming the arid desert of Soho in pursuit of a delectable male, I had been wondering whether I should not be trying the Online Avenue for meeting members of the opposite species. I figured it was an additional sourcing channel and that if I could get my head around the Loser aspect, I might be able to rustle up a few dates with eligible bachelors. Mightn't I?

By Sky T. 

I’m sure every lady has had one of these recently and we probably look back on it with rose tinted glasses but let’s face it, there’s a new breed in town. They catch you off guard, when you’re not paying attention, when your focus is elsewhere on your errands or tasks or whatever-it-is-you-need- done-before happy hour strikes at Solas.

All of my best friends nickname me gwei-mui (white or western girl) even though I am 100% Chinese, born and raised in Hong Kong. Number 1- I don't act white and I don't even want to be white (especially in a town where yellow fever is highly contiguous). However, apart from my first puppy love boyfriend when I was 13, I have never dated any other Chinese guys.