空虚生活
I was in a club with my Chinese buddies one night in Shenzhen. This club, like many, had club singers. Some could be called pretty, but it was hard to tell. The lights and makeup, the sexy clothes and sultry voices, topped off with alcohol, played tricks with the mind. We found our table next to the stage however, and thus had a good close up of the club’s star attraction. She was short but moved very, very well. The “boss” amongst us(I called him boss as he was the wealthiest of us all, always foot the bill, and he and I always got along well. Like most young Chinese, he was “only” in his 30’s, loved his mother and was semi uber nationalist.) took one look, observed her closely and simply uttered to no one in particular, “ 有困难 ” We all nodded in unison. She would be no easy pickup. But it could be, and was done. I learned later a laowai I know “quite well” saw her alone at the bar one night, simply sauntered ove...