I was on a date with a 29-year-old girl.
I turn 20 in April.
I approached her at the skytrain station. She was with some friends, taking pictures in front of this exhibit type of thing. Didn't know her age, I just thought she was cute. If you like referring to any sort of scale for measuring female hotness, she was definitely at the upper end of it.
So I walked up and said something along the lines of "Hi. I just saw you as I was walking by here. You're really cute, what's your name?"
She didn't do much in terms of reacting, but she fell all over herself on the inside.
Got her contact details. It was a 30-second interaction. I had to go somewhere, I think I was meeting the others at a restaurant somewhere.
I immediately send her a text saying... uh, something. I don't remember.
She doesn't respond. She reads it a few hours later, the texting app tells me so. But doesn't reply.
Until about 24 hours later. And she texts me four or five texts in a row. Telling me she's been talking to all her friends about me and they're all really excited.
We agree to meet up the next Monday at 5 PM at a mall. I left my area around 4:40 and think I'm okay. Nope. Apparently it takes a full hour to go 7 KM in a taxi in a Bangkok traffic jam. I'm late, but she's still there and not too upset.
Not too upset, because she brought all her friends.
Okay. It wasn't too bad, her friends were pretty fun. But it made making a deeper connection kind of fucking really hard. They guess my age. People guessing my age usually guess in the range of 23 to 26. One of them guessed 20 and I said yes, which was basically true.
She told me she was 29 and I said OK.
I can usually tell when girls like me, because they're not very subtle about it even if they think they are, and... I'm pretty sure she still liked me. And I'm pretty sure the night would have turned out differently if her friends weren't there.
So here's the deal. A lot of things people say to you (especially girls) they're saying to see how you'll react. She thought I'd freak out over the age difference, when I genuinely didn't give a shit.
Now I'll admit there's a strong chance that nothing happened here because she logically convinced herself it was inappropriate. But I'm about 75% sure she was attracted on an emotional level.
Hah. Who knows, it doesn't matter, because my point is still valid. That point being: nothing matters.
I don't try, ever. I am not a results-oriented guy. I just am. I'm there and I say and do whatever strikes me as the thing to say or do in the moment.
This particular night didn't end anywhere special, and nothing particularly exciting really happened. I just thought this story was interesting, because you never know what will happen.
Oh, and one more thing.
We ate at BonChon Chicken. Holy shit. I know ya'll are proud of your fried chicken down in Kentucky, but you don't hold a candle to the Koreans.
KFC stands for Korean Fried Chicken.
Picture of a guy selling MEDICINAL FRIED CHICKEN. Only in Bangkok. (No, that's not BonChon. Although this guy also sells some of the best fried chicken ever. You'll find three different fried chicken stalls near Royal City Avenue. They're AMAZING. RCA is the main nightclub street.)