Here's one ....
In a suave southern Chinese nightclub (a private room), several of my male buds and I were seated around a low table, surrounded by some very good looking girls -- regular girls, btw.... cute girls are all over there, and easy to meet -- salesgirls, etc. One of the managers of the club was a hot, tall woman of about 28. She sat down across from Cmdr 0077 to say hello. This was in between rolling the dice in silly Bond-Tanaka type gambling (no money). Music and electricity was in the air with low lights, etc. The manager looked cooly across the table. She gave her business card to one of the waitresses (also good lookers) and whispered something. The waitress bent over and gave the card to Cmdr. 0077. My friends and the girls licked their lips and for an instant, talking stopped. There was a hing ot exotic danger in the air.
Another in the daytime was in Hong Kong, where I walked into the Pacific Place mall and a marching band was playing Bond songs (althouigh that's kinda regular; everyone walks into a place and a Bond song is playing).
