My bf’s company just had their annual NY dinner and my bf ended up at the same table as the company’s Chinese HR manager (a guy). After a few beers, the HR manager started pouring admiration over my bf that became more tremendous the more beers the HR manager had. At the end of the dinner he told my bf:
-You know, M, sometimes we all think that you look like a king when you walk in!! You really look like the way we picture a western king!
(Guess who’s having fun with this?! I keep asking my bf where he’s put his cape!)
My bf tried to laugh it away, but it didn’t really work.
After dinner they went to a nightclub and the HR manager, now even more intoxicated than earlier on, continued throwing around king-compliments. He stuck to my bf’s side, convinced that he was right about the fact that everybody in the club also saw him as a king:
-I swear to you, M. If you just walk up to that dance floor it won’t take even 5 minutes before a girl joins you!
-No way! My bf said, and went up to prove him wrong.
However, as soon as he came to the dance floor he noticed that one of the girls dancing there was a reception girl from the gym.
-Oh hello!!! She said and went up to him.
As I’m sure you can all imagine, the HR manager, who watched everything from his seat (not knowing that my bf and the girl already knew each other), was amazed.
-Wow! He later told my bf. I thought you would be popular, but not that popular. You really ARE a king.
And that’s my friends, is the story of how my very normal bf became a China King.
(Man, when we eventually move back to Europe, life for him is going to be dull!)