Met another “ex-pat wife” ….. with serious issues
So…this evening, I met someone more bitter than me (can you even imagine that?!) for dinner in a well know Bar in Central Hong Kong. The Captain is very keen for me to make new friends on this weird soulless Island (or “desert”as I now call it) and introduced me to someone he thought I would get on with (although he now swears blind it wasnt her he was talking about). For some reason anyone who is remotely “ethnic” is someone i may get on with because I’m one of those people who marks the “other” box for the “Ethnic Origin” surveys.
Now, im not sure, but until today, I realised…. he doesn’t know who I really am! i mean, i go to dinner with The Captain, his client and his clients wife and I ended up meeting someone soo fucking depressed, cold, down on Hong Kong (& her husband who she kept belittling throughout the entire meal that I almost stabbed her with my chopstick).
I looked at The Captain at the end of the evening and i said….“why in the fucking world did you think i would be friends with her?!?” Does my husband know me at all? Really? I’m actually brilliant fucking fun … and I’m not just saying that!! I’m even quite funny, despite fucking swearing a shit load.
On a positive, I may be going back to the UK in the summer for a catch up/booze up with everyone and to escape Hong Kong during the incredibly humid months (which I’ve not yet experienced).
An additional positive is that I am actually starting to enjoy it here. I’ve met some lovely girls (some who are just as fucking nuts as me, some who aren’t) and its all going ok. My 13 month old twin daughter started walking last week too…. so…. I kinda feel like a fucking genius on her behalf. My son is still eating his feet though…. but the window licking, I’m proud to say, ended months ago.