HBH 145

A string of late nights
leads to a few new crushes.
Tomcat prowls again.


Oh yes, I'd been back in Beijing scarely 12 hours when I encountered a lady who's quite likely to become the next in my long line of Doomed Infatuations.

And I followed that up with an evening of staring forlorn - unnoticed! - into Madame X's ear.

I'm back in the old routine rather too quickly.