Once a long time ago, I met an Asian stunner, who was Korean. She didn't pay me much mind, but when I met her brother he was really friendly. So I thought this is my chance, if I make friends with him, then I can get to know her better. So one day I was talking him up, and he invited me over to their house for beer on a hot day. Perfect, I thought, getting right into her house. I'll be getting to know her in no time!
When we got to the house, there were no beers. Gee, my sister must have drank them, he said. Good, maybe she'll show up drunk, I thought. We sat and talked and he started telling me he was really into doing yoga. Anything Eastern sounded cool to me in those days, so I showed some interest. Then he said, let me show you some new yoga exercises, they are great and make you feel great! Ok. sure, I said. There's not enough room here, and I need my yoga mat, let's go in the other room, he said.
We went in the other room, which turned out to be his bedroom. I was getting a little nervous, but didn't want to offend him, so I played along. So OK, what's this great yoga exercise, I asked. He started taking off his clothes and said I had to take off my clothes, too, in order to learn the exercise. I begged off, but he insisted and started getting a little pushy about it. Then he touched me, and I was outta there like a shot!!!
The next day I mentioned it to a friend. Oh, yeah, that Korean fox's brother, he's gay as they come, he said!!! I never did get a date with his sister.
