Fate is playing tricks on me again.
There is a rather striking woman who has, it would appear, moved to Beijing in the past 6 months or so, and is living, I must suppose, somewhere more or less in 'my' neighbourhood.
I keep seeing her everywhere. Everywhere. On the street. In bars. In coffee shops. At music gigs. At my favourite Xinjiang restaurant. Sitting on a stool on the sidewalk with friends beside some crappy snack stall. Everywhere.
Well, not quite everywhere. If she shows up in 12 Square Metres or Amilana or the Pool Bar, I suppose I'll have to try to get up the courage to talk to her.
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no photo(s)?
you failed.
:)
What kind of person takes pictures of a total stranger? Not a good ice-breaker, I don't think.
A pervert.
I don't see why you haven't done it yet.
I haven't been taking my camera out much recently.
I know, I know - if I were more in touch with the times, I could snap her with a camera-phone, plaster her image all over my Facebook page, and that tweet that I'd done it.
But that's so NOT ME.
It happened again today!
Almost ran her down on a scooter (helmed with homicidal abandon by my letting agent, me perched helplessly on the back). Not quite the sort of "sweeping her off her feet" I had in mind!
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