The shenanigans had been fairly tame…
for a night out in Ho Chi Minh, but all the same, we were hung over and craving something to line our stomachs. Garrett called up his friends Jackson, Aiden and Nolan, and we took scooters out to District 7 and into a suburb so calm, it was shocking after the buzz of District 1. The Indian restaurant we parked at wasn’t very noticeable. Just some old couches surrounding tables on a deck, but the prices were right and the food smelled life saving. The boys re-hashed their nights, which led to talk of hooking up, and tales of conquests. As the only girl, I drank my Vietnamese iced coffee quietly, but listened intently.
Aiden was the biggest talker and launched into a story about a recent Tinder date. At the mention of Tinder, it was all ears. Garrett had already told me he’d been using Tinder, but not talking to anyone, like a creeper, and I heard the app popping up in conversation throughout my stay. It seemed everyone was on it and loved to talk about it. I’d never used it, nor really looked into it, so I found their stories highly entertaining.
“So, this [Vietnamese] girl and I meet up for coffee and lunch and she tells me she does massages, like she soaps up her body, and rubs it all over you,” said Aiden, “I’d heard about it before and I was like, okay, that’s cool. We have a good lunch, I’m enjoying it, we’re talking about a lot of stuff, and I paid, ‘cause I’m a nice guy and that’s what I like to do. But, as we’re leaving, she hands me her card, like, come by later, get a massage, and you can have a discount.”