Full-Frontal Snogging

One of the things I miss about being in love, or at least, being in a relationship, is the sex.

Well, ok, that’s a lie. There wasn’t any sex. But there was a lot of snogging and necking and touching and not talking. I think our longest make-out session lasted for an hour, and I swear my lips were twice their normal size when we were done.

Anyway, that’s one of those things you just can’t substitute when you’re single and alone. I mean, I’m not utterly alone really, but I’m not about to snog my mother. Gross.

Exactly.

So to remedy this situation, I am occupying my time with other things, like eating and shopping and eating and packing and more eating.

What? I need to make up for the lack of lip action!

Anyway. Packing. Right. So I’m going to China on the 16th and coming back in a month. We’re off to see the Great Wall and the Terracotta Warriors and all the other snazzy stuff that I should see as a purebred Chinese. So far, my parents have been fretting over what to give which great aunt, and I’ve been fretting over what to wear.

I hear that Beijing (and the other big cities) are quite modern these days. Does that mean mini-skirts are acceptable? And heels? I’m going to be doing a lot of walking around these tour sites, and I’ve got my running/walking shoes for that, but should I bring some nicer shoes, too? Last time I went back, all the ladies in the city were walking around decked out in fashionable trousers and leather pumps that clicked smartly on the trash-laden ground. But I’m not sure I could pull that off. Plus, I still look like a kid. What do girls my age wear when they’re not in school uniforms? Are tank-tops scandalous? Do they use make-up at all? Dangly earrings?

Garrrrr. Infiltrating another culture is always such a mind-numbing affair. But if I can get in some quality snogging time with a cute Chinese boy, maybe it’ll be worth it.

Just as long as my parents aren’t watching, of course.