Dating in Hong Kong

On New Year's Eve, I met a man who asked me out on a date. Since I recently decided that I might as well dive back into the dating pool, and since this guy was reasonably cute, I said yes. I only had one condition. I wanted to wait until I was completely free of the bird flu. That is not entirely unreasonable, from my point of view. Avian is not the most contagious flu in the world, but it is always better to play it safe.

That was two weeks ago. I still have a residual cough, but I feel a million times better than I did last month. I can go to work and jack myself up on enough medication to pretend I am virus free. Nighttime is worse than daytime, but that is what the drugs are for. Lately, I mostly cough when I lay me down to sleep.

So I called the man in question and told him I was feeling much better. He said he was no longer interested. Apparently, I made him wait too long. Two weeks is too long to wait for a date.

The list of good things about the bird flu is pretty short. But one good thing is that it showed me what kind of person this guy was before I wasted any time. Without the bird flu, we probably would have gone out right away and it would have taken longer to see. Or he would have shown it right away. Who knows. Either way, someone who can't wait for me to get over the bird flu is not the man for me. Worse still, someone who wants to date an infectious carrier should not be the man for anyone.