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I took a job as a regional property manager in a rather large property management company in Dallas, Texas managing several multi-family residential properties in the area. I loved the job because all I really had to do was make sure we had a good handle on the management of each property for the property owners- some of which were real-estate investment trusts (REITs) or individual owners. One of the properties I managed was owned by a very wealthy business conglomerate from Hong Kong. Once a year, the business conglomerate would send a representative to the United States and it would be my job to pick this person up at the airport, or have them picked up, and taken to see their investment property. My secretary informed me by that Kim Chu would be arriving on Flight 345 from Hong Kong at 3:45pm. I called for an Uber X to take me to the airport to pick up Kim Chu. I don’t know why, but I assumed Kim Chu was a businessman, so I was extremely surprised when a very well dressed and attractive young lady walked up to the Uber X SUV and the driver who was holding the sign that read “Kim Chu”. She stuck out her hand and smiled, introducing herself. “Hi,” she remarked, “I am Kim.” Kim’s English was not perfect, but understandable. She stood about five foot two, with jet back hair which she had pinned up. She had soft Asian features. She sported a business casual skirt, with a small cut on the side and blue blazer over a soft white, button down satin shirt. She had stylish royal blue stiletto heels and pearl drop ear rings. She pulled a small roll-about tote behind her, which I took from her and and handed off to the Uber driver, who placed it into the back of the van. I opened the passenger door of the black SUV and Kim slipped into the back seat. I followed and sat beside her. I introduced myself and explained that while I was new to the company, I was not new to property management. Erenköy escort bayan Kim said this was her first trip to visit the property. I asked if she had been to the US before and she said she had visited California as a college student, but had relocated to Hong Kong after graduating. I glanced at her hand and not seeing a ring, I casually asked if she was single. She smiled, and remarked, “Yes, but I am looking for a rich American to take care of me.” “Well,” I responded, ‘I’m not rich, but I can take care of you.” Kim laughed. “We will see,” she answered, looking out the window as we buzzed down the interstate to the apartment complex. Once we reached the property, I introduced Kim to Kerry, the property manager. We went into Kerry’s office and Kerry provided Kim with the financial reports and a rent roll. Kim stuck the reports into a folder and remarked, “I can look at them later.” Kim said she was hungry. I told her there was a restaurant nearby where we might enjoy a nice meal. Kerry said she had to go home to tend to a sick child, which disappointed me, but at the same time I understood. Kim excused herself to the ladies’ room. I waited in the lobby. After a few minutes, she emerged and announced she was ready to go.  Kim took a seat in my car. The drive to the restaurant was only a few blocks down the street. On the way to the restaurant, we passed a “Hooters”.  Kim looked at the sign and asked, “What is a Hooters?” “It’s a restaurant that serves chicken wings,” I explained. “I am sorry,” Kim remarked, “My English is not good. What are chicken wings?” So I described chicken wings. “I like chicken wings,” Kim remarked. Oh boy. I was not going to take a business executive from China to a “Hooters.” No way. Kim was persistent. “It is a restaurant for guys,” I explained. Kim looked at me perplexed. “Why no girls?” she asked in her Escort içerenköy halting English accent. “There are girls,” I explained, “They serve the food, but they are dressed in skimpy outfits.” “What is the word ‘skimpy”?” Kim asked. “Orange shirts and tight t-shirts,” I answered. “Okay,” Kim responded, “Let’s go to Hooters.” I took a deep breath and swung back around. I parked in a space just outside the front doors. As we walked in the door of Hooters, we were met by the door girl, dressed in her Hooter’s outfit. “Welcome to Hooters,” she cheerfully remarked. I looked at Kim. “We can go somewhere else,” I remarked as she looked around the restaurant. “No,” Kim responded, “I want chicken wings.” We were seated at a table and the waitress took our order. Kim focused on the large screen television over in the corner. I focused on our waitress. Kim noticed I was not paying a lot of attention to her. “American men,” Kim remarked, “You like a lot of sports and Hooters.” “Only some of us,” I replied. Hooters was where I would hang out after a basketball game, but not my first choice for a power lunch. After a few minutes, the waitress bright us our chicken wings. I watched as Kim bit into her first wing. Her eyes widened. “Ahhh, spicy,” she exclaimed, gulping water from the glass on the table. I smiled. She quickly took another bite. “I like spicy,” Kim remarked, the hot sauce sexily dripping from her lips. We talked about the property her company owned and the US. We talked politics and Hong Kong. I introduced Kim to American beer, which she said she had always wanted to try as a college student, but never did. One beer, turned into two and then a third, as we chatted about the differences in businesses between the US and China. Kim said she had only been to mainland China once. “I don’t go back,” she remarked in her best English. “I love Tuzla escort my freedom.” As we chatted, Kim pulled the pins that kept her hair pinned up and ran her fingers through it. Her hair was extremely long, falling gently past her shoulders. “Why you are not with a girl?” Kim asked out of the blue. I asked how she came to think I was not married or didn’t have a girl-friend. “No ring,” Kim responded, and “you haven’t mentioned a girl-friend.” “I have a girlfriend,” I replied. Kim frowned. “What is her name?” Kim inquired. I really didn’t have a girl-friend. I had one, but we had broken up several months before and I had been relegated to “Tinder” and a few casual dates. I had to confess to her, I was hopelessly single and looking. Kim smiled. “I can be your girlfriend,” she remarked. Kim was strikingly beautiful. I don’t know if it was the four beers we had shared or the fact that I hadn’t connected with anyone in months and was desperate. Desperation and a few beers are never a good combination. I found myself wondering where our conversation might lead us. “Where are you staying tonight?” I asked, changing the flow of the conversation. Kim said she had reservations at the Hilton. “I will drop you off and pick you up in the morning,” I remarked. Kim smiled. “Can I have another beer?” she asked. She was getting tipsy, but I ordered another beer for her anyway. After downing half of the beer, Kim remarked, “If I get drunk, you will take care of me, no?” I had no choice. How would I explain to my boss, leaving an investor alone in a Hooters. “Yes,” I replied. Kim discreetly unfastened two of the top buttons to her satin blouse. Although she was not big chested, she showed just enough cleavage to draw my attention. “I like Hooters,” Kim declared. “I could be a Hooters girl, no?” “Yes,” I replied, “It is different and yes, you would make a good Hooters girl.” Kim smiled and looked down at her chest. “Maybe I need some help,” she remarked, before adding wistfully, as a Hooter’s waitress sauntered past us. “I like the shorts.” The waitress stopped and asked if we needed anything else. Kim was a bit tipsy, so I placed my arm around her tiny waist and led her out to the car.

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