NJM15: Entry 11 in These Foolish Things

Yesterday was another long day, but it started in the most unusual way, of course: in someone else’s hotel room! And it also started out with delicious, hot sex.

But I was still kind of freaking out because I had to get to work pretty quickly. He’d set his alarm for me and I also had an alarm set, but we did give ourselves sometime to have some sweet pillow talk and then I got the fuck out of there.

I wasn’t going to say anything to C when I met her for breakfast, but when I met her downstairs she pretty much immediately asked if I’d gotten some hot Viking ass, and I practically gushed. She said that she was watching the scene the night before so intently as my interest moved from one pilot to the other and I finally landed on one, and then it was ON.

Seriously, I was in a quandary as we hung out with these dudes because, while they spoke English very well, I think there may have been some blips in our communication, we were fueled by lots and lots of wine, and it all happened so fast.

The guy who’d talked to me on the first time we went to the Executive Lounge was the guy I thought was the hottest and I was most interested in, but while we were talking, I asked if he was married and he said yes.

So I immediately moved my interest on to the second guy - the guy who looked like a freaking jeanswear model. You know the type - young, tall, thin, bearded, thick dark hair in a pompadour-style look. Super cute, but way too young and they guys kept calling him a “redneck farmer” because he lives in the countryside in Iceland and raises pigs and such. Guys, you’ve NEVER seen a redneck in the US who’s this hot. I thought it was absolutely adorable.

But then I switched over to Viking #3 and realized that he was the best one of all. He was closer to my age (still I think a little younger), short blondish hair, beautiful smile, super funny with a sweetness and sincerity about him. He is divorced with two boys and actually lives in Amsterdam because of the kids. And he loves it there. He was super impressed that I could speak a few words in Dutch and I totally understood him when he answered me back (I spend 6 months in Belgium years and years ago and immersed myself in the Flemish lifestyle, including learning quite a bit of Dutch). We showed each other pictures on our phones and I found him incredibly charming. Enough so that he charmed the pants off of me, for sure!

Anyway, long morning and early afternoon working with P-Boss (who’s struggling heavily with jetlag on this trip). We worked on our recaps and prepped for the meeting we have today with our customer.

Then we took the afternoon off and C and I went shopping in the fake market. I was super hung over and at one point I wanted to look at some fake Rolex watches and this guy (salesman of sorts) took us through the building on super confusing walk through stairwells and hallways and twists and turns. It was actually quite scary because the issue is that we were looking at counterfeit merchandise and the potential to get busted was high. We got to a point in this mousetrap situation where I was sweating and thought I was going to barf and I got claustrophobic and scared. I had to turn back and I know C thought I was having a panic attack and maybe I was. But it was so freaky, like in a movie…the guy led us through this maze and through these stairway”s that were all labeled 5F (fifth floor) as in an effort to confuse. C and I snaked our way back and I stopped panicking and finally focused on shopping, but I didn’t do very well and I’d like to go back sometime before I leave.

I bought a bag and she bought some other goodies, but we had to get back in time to take a quick catnap and then meet P-Boss to go to dinner.

I crashed so hard and woke myself with some snoring! I can’t believe how hungover I was yesterday!

Anyway, right before dinner I got another text from P-Boss telling me he was going to bail on dinner. Man, he must be really feeling bad and I get that, but if you screw up your sleep when you first get here, you’ll never get it back and it can really make you sick.

C and I had our own dinner at this awesome Thai place. I’d been there before so I knew it would be fantastic. It’s in an old historic house close to the Jing’An temple. Food was wonderful, wine was great, but we were both sooooo freaking tired I don’t think we enjoyed it as much as we could have.

We came back to the hotel and crashed. Now it’s time to start another day…there’s a lot to do, but I woke to a text from my Hot Viking (I’d asked him if he and the other guys wanted to go out with C and me on our last night in town at this awesome little Jazz Club):

“It’s on tomorrow, when is the pick up for Vikings? I think you are cool, had great pleasure. We will be upstairs whenever you request. Did we hook up last night or what??? [redheaded princess emoji]”

Ooooh. I have a date tonight! That alone will get me through this last workday in China.

Gotta go shower and wash my princess red hair!

Love YOU!
GS