I signed my email with my real first name, and I get a reply back immediately from the guy :
His Email: "Hello, Are you Japanese? My partner is Japanese."
I replied to say I'm SGP but have a Japanese first name name.
He replied back with photos of them both with the faces blurred out - "do you like her?" I had to admit the lady's body looked very attractive. He went on "you sound intelligent and from your physical description, good looking. Since you have some Japanese, my girl is willing to take a risk and meet you for drinks. We're both straight. If we click, great, if we don't, we can all agree to move on. Is that ok? "
My reply: "Your partner looks very attractive. (trying to play it cool although at this moment I was a little excitable at the prospect of meeting and watching a hot couple) ... sure, let's do drinks. And if it works out, let's head to a hotel nearby. How does that sound?"
Him: "Great. Send me a Whatsapp to 8______. I'll book a room.
Me: "Ok, message sent. How about next Friday night? I have a work dinner and dance till about 10pm at a hotel on Orchard" Shall we meet around there. And what are your names?
Whatsapp back from him: My name is John and hers is Yuko. Let's meet for drinks at TAB on Orchard Road. Come up to the bar, we will be sitting at a booth. Text me if you can't find us.
Me: Ok, cool.
I was a little nervous simply at the prospect of just meeting a couple, knowing I might be watching them fucking later. What if they were weird? What if I met someone I knew from work, or friends or family? How would I introduce them? At my work event, I could think of nothing but the meeting and also of the Japanese lady he had sent me a photo of. A short thought crossed my mind, "what if I know the lady?" .. but I had been working outside of SGP for a long time, so I quickly banished the thought.
So 9:45pm, Friday night looking forward to my 10pm meeting down the road. I leave my work dinner and dance thing at the St Regis, telling my work colleagues I have a "family thing" to attend. Everyone trying to keep me at the event, "drink more, lah, etc" but I've got a lot of positive nervous energy about the meeting. I feel pretty good, a little high from the fancy wine and dressed in a black suit and tie. At least I'll make a good impression on the couple, and hey if it doesn't work out, I might just pick some chio thing up looking like I did
Whatsapp from John: We've arrived. I'm in a white shirt and jeans, Yuko is in a tight black dress and boots.
Me: Sounds hot. Almost there.
I take the escalator from the street up to the bar, sort of a nervous anticipation like heading up to the heavenly gates. I walk up, look around....
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