I really had planned to have at least half a dozen AMP outings under my belt by now, but still have only the first one. No reason to go again, yet.
My crash course in Chinese culture continues daily and I have gotten very good at using chopsticks. There was a time when I would have starved if I had to use them.
No.3 has been rapidly improving in the use of English. Only problem is she has started to pick up my accent, but this is not good. We were watching a re-run of Cheers and she says I talk just like Cliff. That really hurt, but I guess she does not understand the real Cliff.
We finally had the other girls from her place over for pizza and wine. That was a real culture shock for me. Let me say that I have come to like all these girls because they are her friends, but I must still keep in mind what they do for a living.
As the night progressed and the bottles started to get empty, I noticed the playfulness of the little ones, and for the first time I saw No.3 getting a little jealous. The more wine they drank, the more their modesty went out the window. I found my self in the middle of the group and all of them except No.3 had, let's just say, they had slipped into something a little bit more comfortable since they would be sleeping over with us and going to work from there the next morning.
Having more time to reflect on that evening I guess when they are so accustomed to getting undressed in front of guys (yes, some of you, I am sure) the three of them had no problem with me seeing them in various stages of un-dress. But, it got a little too wild for No.3 so she tamed them down. She is the only one of them who had just a few sips of wine. The rest really seemed to want to let their hair down. But, do not get me wrong, we all had a pretty good time. They are already talking to her about a repeat. Little does she know that too much temptation for me is not such a good idea. But, I shall not stand in the way of their good times. I will sacrifice myself in the interest of their fun.
When it came time for sleep, she and I gave up the bed to them and we shared one of the couches. I must admit I had this morbid curiousity to slip into the bedroom and sneak a quick look, but I knew I have a wonderful thing with her and I will not give that up.
I am not sure how they hamdled themselves the next day because they had put away a lot of wine, but maybe they were not busy and got to catch up on their sleep between customers.
Okay, guys, let me just say this. These are all lovely young girls and they deserve to be treated with respect. I know a little goes a long way and I am now talking about any girls in any of the many AMPs in Vancouver, not just these girls in particular. Most of them probably have had a pretty hard life, and, given the choice, they would not choose to do this kind of work. I know one for sure who was given a choice and she jumperd on that chioce without hesitation. She has yet to voice a single complaint to me since she left there, and my time in Vancouver has become so much better than I had ever expected.