1. Chicken Wings


    Date: 2/17/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    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 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 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, ...
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