Next Shanghai Adventure

After my last show in Shanghai, a guy, who I think was German, approached me.

"What do you have next in China?"

"I'm going to Beijing early in the morning?"

"Beijing..."

"Yeah."

"Hold on."

The guy walked to the bar, pulled out a pen and ripped a page off of a waitress' note pad. He wrote one word, then walked back to me. As soon as he was within a couple feet of me, he whipped the paper through the air, like he was a magician pulling a quarter out of the air at a children's hospital. The paper said, "Chocklate(sic)."

"When you're in Beijing, you have to go to Chocolate."

"Chocolate?"

"It's an Eastern-European sex house. You'd love it."

What? What was I doing that put out an "I fuck whores" vibe? I was doing what I normally do, which I consider to be anti-whore at best, and whore-neutral at worst. But what also sprang to my mind is, whenever I hear Eastern-European and sex house in the same sentence (once ever), I immediately think of reading about the Eastern-European sex trade, where they sell kids into prostitution. So, not only am I thinking that he's looking at me and thinking, "This guy fucks whores," but also, "This guy fucks kids." I do neither.

I was later told that there are no kids at Chocolate. Regardless of that fact, I did not go.

Someone else tried to sell me on Shanghai, which is already an awesome place, by saying, "Anything that can happen, happens in Shanghai." That may be appealing for some, but it's noon and I've already created a spreadsheet for personal use, and I'm about to go to Best Buy to make a return. I don't need the full scope of possibility in order to have a good time.