Hip Hong Kong | A New Breed in Town

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.

That’s right they get you at daytime and gush the sweetest sentiment that you instantly fall for because you’ve only heard those words at night from lush tongues with salivating eyes. So this guy has got to be sincere right? I mean, any man who thinks me cute in sweat pants and a frayed tank top with beads of sweat trickling down my forehead from the heat and have the balls to approach me and say so… either I’m on candid camera or this just may well be a very lucky break in single- town.

And for a good several days or a week (depending on how cunning the breed you’ve caught) you wake each morning with an inspired smile on your face and greet each sexually rude cat call from a local construction man with forgiveness because this all does not matter in a few days since, oh yes… you have got a date.

You are sure of this one, at least you know that this one stands a pretty good chance because 1. You were both sober and 2. It was daytime and lucky number 3. You were looking horrific and he somehow saw your beauty within and asked you out for an actual sit-down-lets-get-to-know-one- another-dinner.

Last but not least, the deal breaker was his surprising request for it to be in 5 (or more) days’ time and not your usual “Why waste time? What are you doing now?” thrill seeker of a man.

He’s not your usual type but mind you, after the types of fish that have swam up your shores lately you’re not one to be picky, fussy or make any complaints now are you? I mean, let’s face it, you weren’t exactly looking like you walked out of a swimwear fashion shoot either.

With all those extra factors in play, you know you definitely have yourself one that is going to make a difference, or an impact or at least restore your faith in shopping for lingerie again.

And gosh, the days leading up to the big date feels oh so good and reminiscent of desirable days where no matter how bad a hair day you think you could have it just didn’t matter because you were in a relationship with a man who saw the sun rise and set in you.

You’re not to ruin this one you tell yourself, no curious extra SMS’s and no background check on his facebook profile or any enquiries from mates who may know him. You actually want, for once, to keep this to yourself because how rare of a meeting this is to you and how rare of a gossip you want this to turn into.

So until the big day comes you’re all smiles and niceties treating each and every upset with a pinch of salt. And then it comes, the big date day and like a humble charming prince, he texts to confirm the time and meeting place and you happily respond with cautious enthusiasm but cheerful overtone.

You opt for a charming but casual piece, careful not to overexpose your bare skin and subtle in colours so as to not push him into the mind set of taking you for a happy hour addict at Solas and the first to raise your hand at the bachelor auctions at any fundraising event.

A timely entrance for 8pm outside LKF hotel facing Solas makes you wait with nervous energy, scared to be seen by your happy hour mates and taunted for the rest of the night through curious and nosy SMS’s, you know this city is just way too small for secrets.

In a matter of moments arrives your date, again, not quite exactly what you had ordered but then again you haven’t quite exactly been good all year round either. If anything Santa’s ho ho ho later this year denotes a cheering of a very different kind, which is why this date may change your fate finally.

It’s not like you’ve been a doorknob every man has had their turn on but should this one work out there’s going to be at least 2 declines in the very near future you think to yourself.

And thus begins your date. He’s a curious one. Purring you for more details about well, you. Engaged and enthralled by your every word, he stimulates and serenades you in divulging your childhood memories to your high school dilemmas to university hopes and the acceptance of reality.

You’re not alone in this dance however, for he volunteers equally as much entertaining and engaging information as you do and you sit there thinking, gosh what a lovely twist of fate. The attraction just seemingly begins to grow at a rapid rate (or perhaps you’ve had just one more glass than you had thought you did) and before you know it, yup that’s right, you bloody well ended up there didn’t you?

You couldn’t help it, it was just magical and you felt something… different. You both admitted it. So it can’t be all just your doing?

Well, you soon find out as right after the fabulous dinner date and the dessert you became an hour later it would transpire that that’s all you were to be.

Yes ladies, there is a new breed in town.

The Investment Banker.

The one who invests in you when you least expect it and banks out when you do.

Be careful ladies, word has it they have portfolios too.