Saturday I bid farewell to my young basketball friend Lu (or as Alipé called him, "Fuck Buddy" boy). (Note to readers too lazy to click the link: Don't interpret this the wrong way! He was not MY fuck buddy, just a figurehead for the idea.)
Lu is flying back to Beijing, to the land of slim beautiful Chinese women to whom he can now spread the fuck buddy concept.
(Yes, gentle readers, I know some of you will be furious over my glee at evangelizing immorality to a nation. I'm ready for the 50 angry comments. BRING IT.)
As a goodbye lunch, Lu came out to dim sum with me and my brother. The two of them:
Outside the restaurant, me with Lu:
Lu was so kind to me during our league's last basketball game. It was a playoff game three weeks ago, and our opponent was a team that defeated us two weeks prior. They had eight players, and we only had six. So we were able to do fewer substitutions.
When the score was at 11-11, my team swapped me back in. I grudgingly agreed, and responsibility lay heavy on me to not do stupid things.
As I was running onto the court, Lu said something to me from the sidelines. It was so kind, and it was in Mandarin, and I probably will never again hear the like, because Chinese-speaking guys are not that complimentary. He said, "加油 gorgeous."
加油 has no real English translation but roughly means "go for it".
I was really touched.
Then we lost the basketball game.