The most popular gay club in town has lived up to its reputation. The premise was filled up with guys by the time we arrived. It is typically a Chinese night club. Young blokes swing their hips with the trashy loud faux-dance music. They stare at each other, aimlessly or thirstily, but nonetheless, no one makes a move. The boys were okay cute, but only okay cute - they are above average, but nothing really attractive. In another word, they are not sexy. Yes, it is not as thrilling as it's supposed to be. And we soon discovered the fact that it could never be what we imagined it to be - cute boys dancing on the speaker and making out with each other. Naked.
The service was slow and the lady in red is visiting Polly. These situations were tenuously connected by the fact that she had gone to the restroom twice during our wait for the drinks. The third time she was gone made me a little annoyed standing alone by the bar. As if god had heard me, a husky voice came through behind me: "Two gin and tonics, please." "Good choice of beverage on a night like this." I turned around. A green argyle sweater jumped into my eyesight. "Oh thanks, so is yours." He responded with an European accent; his eyes rested on the Mojito I was holding. He was tall, and I had to tilt my head up to see his face. Nice, a good-looking young man with dark features. "Are you a student here?" I asked. "No, no, I was just visiting." His accent got thicker when there was a little uncertainty in his voice. "How do you like Chengdu?" "I like the food here." "Really? You like spicy food? Where are you from?" "Barcelona, Spain." Great, I felt a little embarrassed. That club scene was definitely not what I would like to show my friend from Dancelona.
As we were speaking, his friend and Polly returned from the restroom. We did not talk any more and parted our ways. The performance at the club was at its best mediocre that night. The singers obviously tried their best, but we were not very keen on Chinese covers for Korean pop songs. Soon enough Polly and I found ourselves bored and back to the original spot. A moment later, so did my Southern European friends. Apparently they were disappointed by the fun that club has to offer and decided to move to the next venue. The problem is, they could not find the way, even with the help from a map on which they had dotted all the gay clubs in town. Expectedly, I am the go-to person for help because I speak English with at least an understandable accent. I explained about the routes to each bar, but since I myself had only been to MC among others, I had the itch in my heart to go on the adventure with them. Just as I was thinking, the Spaniard brought up the topic of drag queen performances. "I want to see drag queens. They are absolutely fabulous." I said with eagerness hidden well in my voice. "Oh really? Then we should go to see them. Come on, let's go have some fun." I looked at Polly, she was equally excited and nodded her head with obvious curiosity in her expression. That was how we ran off from MC with two tall, dark strangers we just met.
On the cab, we exchanged a proper introduction of one another. The Spaniard is Jordi, a software engineer working in Qatar, who had come to China for his Chinese boyfriend in Beijing, only to discover the unfaithfulness in him. The Latina is Luiz, a flight attendant of Emirate Airlines, who ran into Jordi, an old friend of his, at Chengdu Shuangliu Airport, and decided they should go on a boys' night out. "Have you lived in the US, darling?" Jordi asked me, trembling his tongue with every "r" in the sentence. "Yes, for a little over a year." " I knew it! I can tell from your accent." "Yea? And I can tell from yours that you are not from the English-speaking world." The comment was followed by a burst of chuckles as the car pulled in to our destination. "Mmm, I can smell it." Luiz sounded awfully turned on. I turned my head and sniffed at him: "Yes, the gayness."
To our dismay, the place was closed due to a recent construction in that neighborhood. I am quite sick of the endless constructions everywhere in China. The monstrous buildings were quite ugly and generic, rendering the cities to lose their originality. And they eradicated all the fun places from the map like magic. Black magic, if it had to be. We had nothing to do but get on another cab and rush to the next destination.
The next place we were going is just across the street from MC. No one complained about our previous failed attempt. Nonetheless we had a delightful conversation and got to know everyone better. On the cab Jordi called his little fuck buddy to inform him of our plan and location. Our luck must have been used up - when we got there, the club was also closed due to its redecoration. Seriously? I started to question my decision to leave MC at the first place. The disappointment was up on everyone's face, except for the restless Jordi. And Luiz was urged by nature's calling. Now we started to panic. There was another club next door. And it seemed like our only choice. Surprisingly, it was a lesbian bar. A lesbian bar right next to a gay bar, really? Sounds like a master plan from their mutual owner. Like typical gays, Luiz and I were thoroughly uncomfortable being surrounded by lesbians; the two groups are like arch Nemesis in the same tribe to each other, everyone knows. Only Jordi, oh darling Jordi, was having his sweet time, because he found himself popular among lesbians. And yea, camp little Chinese boys. There was a birthday party going on that night, and we were invited to congratulate the birthday girl. Not only did Jordi have a large slice of cake, he was hit on by a boy in glasses, whose taste was quite unappealing. The conversation among us four turned a little bit vulgar as the alcohol took effect. It was to my surprise that Polly had no idea when we gestured about cock sucking and ass rimming. So we gave her a little lesson about gay vulgarities. Under the request of Polly and Luiz, we finally got out of that vile nest of evil vayjayjays and went back to MC. Oh I forgot to mention that Jordi's fuck buddy, Hung, arrived when I went out to get cigarettes with Jordi. But anyways, that was not important. He was not important. And he is not hung, according to Jordi.
Our second attempt at MC was uneventful, except for that I did not get my drink due to the waiter's stupidity, and that Jordi was offered to be taken a photo with a hideous guy sucking his face. We decided that we were sufficiently tipsy to end this activity of bar-hopping, and to sit down and enjoy some street-side barbeque. As darling Jordi said with an emphatic stress on each preposition, " Come on, we are having street food, on the street, with Chinese people, at the middle of the night. How can it get more Chinese than this?" Indeed, this is what every visitor should do when they come to China.
As usual, the night barbeque talk was the highlight of the night. The topics spanned from the difference between being posh and being tacky, to what luxury means at this era. Luiz also shared some stories from his flight experience. I have not had such fun for a long time, so that when we decide to finally part our ways, I was a little reluctant to leave. But alas, I needed to get some sleep since I have a train to catch the next day. We exchanged contact info and hugged goodbye. It was already 4:30 in the morning when I went to bed. The hookup I booked earlier did not get in touch with me, which means he might have changed his mind. Fuck him. But I was too exhausted for any more actions anyways.
The other day, Polly asked if I was attracted to Jordi or Luiz. I told her no. They are only tall and dark strangers we met on a night out, and probably I will never talk to them again. I couldn't possibly put myself in such danger to have fallen for my random encounters like that. Yes, I had fun talking and clubbing with them. They will be a fun story to tell, but that's it. Am I being too prudent with my romantic life? Who knows. I am comfortable with the way I end up with. I am enjoying my solitude, at least for now.
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