Never expected to find out such a thing about my soccer mom aunt but hello, it seems that in her wild days, she had more than her share of parting, drinking and gambling.
Even more than her own wild daughter, Rebellious Reina.
Hell, she even met her future hubby gambling.
Odd since we've never had mahjong sets at home. Since my surprisingly puritanical grandfather was against gambling in any form ( possibly seeing many a good man fall prey to the evils ), she was expressly forbidden to take up mahjong tiles. So as a form of adolescent rebellion, my aunt turned into a mahjong queen at the behest of her mean queen galpals.
And during one of her casino nights, she met her husband.
Care to pong with me?
Romance over a mahjong table. Playing pussyfoot under the tiles. Obviously there's something terribly sensual about chickens, bamboos and circles - since somehow or other between pongs and gossip, she managed to land a husband amongst the players.
You can imagine how the rest of my cousins stared.
Like eew. Isn't that like a Lust Caution page straight out of an 1920s Shanghai serial?
6 comments:
Hey cool aunt! But yalor, never thought ppl can meet their life partners during mahjong. But then again, I've never played mahjong with straight men b4. lol!
The game is so fast that I'd think there's no time to flirt anyway.
No games with straight men? :) I think you flirt with eye batting and leg rubbing.
Happy Chinese New Year! :)
i'd prefer truth & dare drinking game...
at least can see someone's dick for free~ ;P
mahjong queen?? well, as long as she is not a mahjong bitch, that's totally fine with me, hahaha :p
this only proves that love covers all boundaries hehe who know i might find my love at a poker game!
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