There I was, an average white guy, sat at our usual table in the Oriental Dragon restaurant in London's Chinatown waiting for my date to arrive. I had ordered tea and was increasingly feeling she had stood me up when I heard her say, "Hi darling, how are you handsome?"
My heart skipped a beat as I looked up, there was Ping, 39, but much younger looking, a tall slender Chinese lady, confident as ever, looking sexy in tight black dress, nylons and high heels. I stood up, kissed her on each cheek and we sat. I ushered over the waiter and I ordered 3 dishes from the Shanghai menu, her hometown.
We hadn't dated for a month so we had much to discuss.
I must explain this was our 10th date but we were yet to make love, although I wanted to, she being married to a much older man, he knew nothing of our meetings or my intentions to divorce and marry her. That's why I have never pushed her for sex, I'm playing the long game, it's her I want, to go to bed with her every night, to wake up with her every morning, not to just have seedy hotel sex. I want an Asian wife.
Our conversation turned to families, I was surprised and intrigued to hear her say "My younger sister is coming to stay from Shanghai, I'd like you to meet her."
"I'd like that too, is she married?"
"Oh no, she's looking for a British man to marry so she can live here."
"Great I'll bring a friend when we meet up."
Over came the waiter with our food and conversation turned to other subjects.
One month later, and I'm sitting in the same restaurant, except at a table for four.
"Hi honey, meet Lindy my sister,"
"welcome" I said as I looked up, Lindy was pretty, a little shorter than Ping, dressed in a black blouse and short black skirt, wow she had lovely legs and as she sat down on my left I'm sure I spotted stocking tops.