I picked up a book on China after reading about it in the business journals, financial magazines and the newspapers that I had intensely began to read over the last year, and over the last year had met a group of beautiful women from China, and had remembered talking to a lady who said that she was from Hong Kong. I shall, next time that I sit down, put China on the top of my list of places to visit because of the beautiful people that I have met from there.
Hong Kong, I'm sure that I hadn't met anyone from, at least knowingly until about two weeks ago when out walking, trying to find a coffee shop to sit down and sip on a cup of coffee for a while. Earlier, I had seen a rather attractive and mature lady, and sensuously soft; even looking inside of her for a few seconds, someone who seemed like a nice person. I was saying to myself, that my luck to find someone like that would never be so fortunate. And that night while on my way to get a cup of coffee, I met a lovely woman from Honk Kong, and I could tell only seconds after looking at her that somehow fate was up to one of its romantic interventions, though one (intervention) I was happy to be a part of, if only for a moment, for she was softly spoken, nice, sensuous and very attractive, I often use the word homely attractive, a phrase describing a beautiful woman that you would see driving through the country or a small town and wished that you could stop the car, ask her to marry you and live happily ever after.
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