Anyway, as I was sitting there waiting to eat, this guy in black slacks and a pink Adidas polo comes and sits next to me, really close. Whenever he would talk to me he would grab my inner thigh. Not very comfortable. Then he grabbed my Chinese book without really asking, and began to check over my work, critiquing me. No problem with that. After sitting with me for an awkwardly long amount of time, the manager of the hotel told him to leave me alone to my food. I was pretty grateful. So after finishing, I head out to the internet bar, leaving him to smoke back in the hotel with a couple other guys.
Then it gets a little weirder. I’m just walking along and he rides up next to me on his bike. That was a little disconcerting. Talk about creepy—he followed me a full 200-300 meters from the hotel. He asks where I’m going, and I tell him the internet bar. He says that I’m going the wrong way, even though I know exactly where it is. He wants to take me to a different one (pictured in the daytime). He kind of taps me below the waist around the thigh and crotch area as if to egg me on to go, kind of like you might slap a friend on the shoulder or nudge them in the side to convince them to do whatever activity it is. I thought maybe he just missed or something. Whatever. We go…I go reluctantly…and the bar tells us that I can’t come in because I don’t have an internet card. Great, I think I’ve got a chance to leave, but the guy insists that I should stay, and I can use his card.
After nudging me again inappropriately to go the computers upstairs, I trudge behind him, not knowing really what to expect. He gets me online, and then just watches me do my blog and check my email. I start typing my blog, and think, “This is dumb, I’m not going to sit here while this weirdo watches me do my stuff online. And I’m certainly not going to sit through his clouds of cigarette smoke.” I’m online for maybe two minutes, and then tell him I’m finished. Pretty ridiculous. He insists that I should play some games or something, but I tell him I’m done.
So after finishing my online stuff, I move to get out of the seat. He says I should stay in that seat, but I win the battle and move over. He wins the war, though, and grabs my seat and moves it closer to him and the computer. At this point I’m still not convinced he’s gay—I just think he’s weird. But then he gets onto CC, which is like AIM, an instant messaging service. One of his chat friends had a link that said http://CC.gay.... and in one of his conversations there was a link posted, which he did not open, that was something to the effect of http://www.baidu.cn/baidugay . Also, during the 15 minutes that I sat there, he went to four picture albums: one was of flowers, one was of kittens, and two were of dudes, some half naked, others fully clothed. That pretty much put the nail in the coffin. I waited until he was immersed in a chat room, then told him I had to go buy stuff. He didn’t put up a fight, and I went to the other internet café.
And as if that wasn’t enough, the next morning (Sunday) I was just walking aimlessly around time, and who do I run into? That guy. He was in this house, or more like a room, talking with these two old ladies who I found out were his mom and aunt. And he was wearing the same exact black slacks and pink polo. We talked for close to half an hour. The ladies were very nice, but once again that guy brought up the girlfriend question, and seemed very interested in knowing what I thought of Chinese girls. He would grab my leg every time he would mention something about that. At one point he came out of left field and commented on the whiteness of my skin. To indicate this to his mom and aunt he grabbed my shirt and lifted it up, showing them my side. That was really weird. And it’s not like I was draped in a poncho either—I had shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. My “whiteness” was clearly evident. Well, I’ll likely spend the rest of my time here trying to avoid this guy. I’ll let you know how it goes.
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