The Story So Far...
As you move through the dark rooms of the house, people look away from their friends and girlfriends to see your face. Yours is the face of a young woman with a lot of naked pictures of herself on her phone. Attached to your face are a head, neck and fully-clothed body which is intent on two things:
The floor is carpeted with crushed off-brand Aldi corn chips. Through a room full of black, grey, and navy t-shirts, you see Chen Li leaning over the kitchen sink, drinking from the tap. The crowd seems to part. Everyone but Chen Li falls out of focus. When he rests his arm on the bench you can see a beautiful muscle tense above his elbow - you don't know the muscle's name but it looks so good. His skin is practically hairless. He has a half-eaten Kit Kat sticking out of his pocket. You've never spoken to him before but you're dying to know what his breath smells like.
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You slide along the kitchen bench until you're right beside him. You tuck your hair behind your ears - a reliable tell that you're nervous or turned on.
You say: what's your take on Hemingway? I'm halfway through For Whom The Bell Tolls - I just wanna hear him talk about erectile dysfunction.
Quoth Chen Li: The guy with the limp dick is in The Sun Also Rises.
Oh, that makes sense. I was wondering how he was gonna weave erectile dysfunction into a story about the Spanish civil war.
Yeah. I'm C-.
Diegetic music and background party noise fade and you hear your own romantic soundtrack swell (maybe something like this? Or this? Anything you want - it's all up to you).
What? I didn't catch -
What?
Haha never mind. I'm Allison.
He shakes your hand - normally you object to being touched but his hand is warm and he's perilously cute. His teeth are whiter than his eyeballs. You imagine you can feel his pulse in his wrist: the same blood that has touched every part of his body.
I heard your pitch about the porn thing.
Oh yeah? What did you think?
It sounds cool. You want a beer?
Sure, thanks. Do you think I'm onto something?
Uh I'm not sure. I guess you're right that the porn industry is prejudiced against Asian guys and obviously it'd be good to see that change but I think you might be overestimating how much attention guys pay to the guys in porn.
You don't care what the guy looks like at all?
Yeah not really. Ideally I want to see as little of the dude's face and body as possible.
Right.
I don't wanna think about him.
I should have done some market research before I started this.
It doesn't mean it won't work though.
Haha come on, I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot.
I might be wrong.
You're saying it with conviction though.
No no no, just because I don't care about the guy in the porn doesn't mean that an Asian porn studio is doomed or anything. I seriously doubt there are many out there chicks who have an Asian fetish -
Haha yeah
- but you might as well give it a go. Worst case: it's received as regular porn and fairs as well in the market as any other porn does. Otherwise maybe I'm way off and there's a huge segment of the population baying for Asian dick and you're gonna be rich.
Would you be interested in getting involved?
He smiles at nothing and wipes his hands on his trousers. I'm kinda busy with uni and my other extracurriculars at the moment.
Okay.
Yeah, sorry.
What are you doing later?
Haha it's already 2:30, I don't know how much later it can -
Do you wanna come back to my place?
Uh.
It's not far.
Okay.
Smash cut to: Chen Li spooning you in bed. He still has his jeans on but he dropped his belt, wallet, 3 lighters, half a pack of Dunhill Blues and $12.30 in change on your bedroom floor. You can feel the pulse in his dick.
Eventually he says: come here.
You roll over so you're face to face. Now you know: his breath smells like stale beer and cigarettes.
He says: you should kiss me.
You want to, but you also want to act virginal so you lean back a bit and say no.
Don't you like me?
Haha no.
This is a lie. You've thought of nothing but him for 5 months. Now he's touched your sheets you'll never wash them again.
He laughs.
Of course you do eventually kiss him. And it's Heaven: romantic music swells, cute woodland animals emerge and look on adoringly,
angels drape garlands of flowers around the bed, and God gives you two thumbs up. The whole time you think how great it is
being difficult and virginal: he's dying for you to touch him and you're dying to touch him too. But you'll make both of you wait just because you can.
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Hey Chen, do you want me to make you pancakes for breakfa-
He stretches. Oh man didn't I tell you my name last night - it's Clive.
You pull the sheets up to cover your breasts. Clive?
What were you going to say?
Nothing. I've got a fair bit of work to do today so...
Yeah, I should get going too.
You pretend to be busy on your phone while he gets dressed. You are a picture of feminine disinterest: indifferent, inscrutable, sullen, and obviously way too subtle because he does not heed the signs and instead leans over the bed to kiss you goodbye. So when can I see you again?
You mutter inanely about your busy schedule but give him your number to hasten the end of the interaction. As soon as he's gone you get out of bed and shut the door behind him. You stand by the door naked, wearing only one sock. Who the fuck is Clive? Did you pick up the wrong guy? You feel like crying but decide not to.
Your lips are tingling.
What do you want to do now? You can amble on aimlessly without really making a choice or you can risk it all and jump to a contextless exciting event (who knows what it'll be - a high impact and horrifyingly graphic sex scene complete with crude MS Paint illustrations? A terrifying and wildly inaccurate portrait of postpartum depression?).