I remember an evening at the Lion King in Taichung (quite a gangster hole some evenings) where I lost a bet and had to get on stage and dance (which was not uncommon of the patrons to do). This pretty girl joined me and started grinding up against me. I was a bit uncomfortable with that but the crowd, rough boys included, were whooping and cheering us on. Then she took my top off - the crowd got even more excited, we dirty danced some more and she then took off her top, so bra only (nice set too).
The crowd were having a good time, giving me the thumbs up and I was relaxing a little. We continued. She then undid my belt buckle and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to my feet (thank god I had shoes on, she couldn’t get them off). She was in hot pants and dropped them too AND took them off when …BAM, a couple of crew cut boys in black rip her off the stage (bra and panties only).
The crowd went considerably quiet, and it felt like the music went softer (but it didn’t). I gathered my wardrobe and exited stage right, back to my friends. We left shortly after.
Ah, the glory days. Now where’s my goddamn pipe and cuppa tea…
From what I have seen, foreigners are even more protective of their gfs than the locals are. Foreigners give each other worse problems over the girls than the mobsters ever have. One time when I was out a girl came up to me and wanted to look at my shirt because it was similar to hers. Her foreign bf suddenly puffed his chest up and tried to stand between the girl and me. I backed off, but this wasn’t good enough for the bf. I stood in the corner of the bar and listened to the music. The bf put his arm firmly around the girl. He then patted me on the shoulder and raised his middle finger in my face. I ignored it. He then tried to shove me away. I told the guy that I wasn’t trying to hit on his girl, but that I had a right to be there too and wasn’t going to leave as I was there first. He then tried to get physical with me, but the girl saw he was being a jerk and pulled him away.
I’ll never forget one night in Taichung when I asked rice-t for a light in his house and he refused to give me one because he’d lost his lighter. Boy! Did I EVER think I was for a beating that night!
The book I mentioned earlier talked about how some gangsters may be disciplined for using physical violence against members of the general public as doing such things does scare away business. Nobody is going to buy cocaine from you, if they are afraid to walk down the street where you are selling it.
I had a similar experience one time. People told me I was close to being kicked out of the place and possibly beaten with baseball bats. My saving grace was probably that I had never caused any problems before and this meant that some of the right people knew me and were able to prevent something from happening. It pays to get on people’s good side.
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