I’ve always been in love with Angelina. In high school we were the two Angies joined at the hip. Angie was an ultra-beauty. She was so femme that if she was anymore feminine, she would be masculine. And she was nice. Every girl hated her. But I loved her, even now. That is why I took the first over to Beijing when I heard she was there.
In school we caused all sorts of trouble and greeted eachother on the lips as high school girls do to gain the attention of teachers.
It was no coincident that I asked her to meet at a yakiniku joint called Kiss Kiss. The Taiwanese owner gives complimentary plates of beef tongue if you make out with someone for ten seconds and let him photograph you doing it. It is the kind of perverted food love I love. I arrived early to secure a table on the hipster’s dining row of XXX. I’m sitting here by myself in a black-box divvy yakuniku joint with walls loaded with graffiti and layered with Polaroids of couple in tongue tango. I make it a point to tell the entire staff that I’m waiting for someone as random men will come up to you and ask for a kiss. I turn my neck with every anticipation of the door opening, then slinks when it is not her. I can’t believe I was so nervous.
My phone bells. Angie’s sent me a text: “BJ traffic. So sorry babe.” As I’m replying, the bartender comes over. “Want to kiss?” he asks a little too friendly. “No that’s ok, thank you.” I hate rejection. An older gentleman with a slight moustache began his approach and I just looked down and shook my head. This might be the loneliest place in the world.
An hour goes by before I see an angelic glow enter the door. She was as cute as ever, now with bone straight hair pulled back in a secretary by day/ sex kitten by night kind of way. I always knew she had cheekbones that would make her age gracefully. We kissed on the cheek and it felt like an arrow missing the bull’s eye. Over beers and grilled meats we chatted about our lives since highschool.
The idea of order the beef tongue came up. And I said, the guys here creep me out, and the cute waiters are paid to kiss customers.
He held lips to lip for a mere second before realizing this is completely ridiculous. Her lip gloss smelled like old lady scents and stuck to my lip like rubber tree sap.
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