patrick swayze made me lose my wallet

Last Saturday was Beck's birthday, and to celebrate we went to see a stage production of dirty dancing.  After pre-drinks at her place I smuggled a bottle of sparkling wine in to share with my friend Lily.  The show itself was definitely fun, but we pretty much paid to see people pantomiming to pre-recorded voice tracks, which is just a lazy way to put on a show!  Afterwards we went out big.  I woke up with a stranger with a receding hairline, but i think its because of over-wearing baseball caps, not because of his age.  We were fooling around and it wasn't quite working...look, i was dehydrated, and for all i know he had whiskey dick, it can't all be my fault.  Anyway, this caused me to start laughing, because it was taking so long that it was awkward   He hadn't put a condom on, so I asked if he was trying to have unprotected sex with me...no answer, I'm a journalist at the core, so I continued my line of questioning by asking if we had already had unprotected sex...again no answer.  My response:  silence is an answer, then i rolled over and went back to sleep.  I woke up a bit later and we did have sex, but he pulled out and came on my back.  When I finally dragged myself out of his bed, he had been up for a while puttering around his apartment, i hate a lingerer, but I really could not have made myself get up any earlier.  He came into the bedroom and offered me a glass of water.  I got dressed and he told me that when he met me last night I was crying because I had lost my wallet...fuck.  I have no memory of that.  So, I frantically searched through my bag.  Here were the contents:

cork from the bottle of sparkling wine
running shoes
heart rate monitor
octopus card
stevia sweetener
planner
passport pictures

fucking hell, i just lost my wallet 7 months earlier, when will I get my life together?  I guess when i replace all the cards and IDs i just lost.  Well, no use crying over lost wallets, so I went to take a drink of water.  Like I said, I was really dehydrated so I took a huge gulp, and it tasted disgusting so I spit it back out into the glass.  The guy started apologizing and trying to explain that was a different glass with salt water in it, which he uses to rinse.  He handed me the glass with just regular water in it, but the damage had been done.  He offered to walk me to a taxi, but I had no money to pay for one, then he did offer to give me some cash, and despite the fact that he had cum on my back earlier, I still felt like taking money would mean I had no self-respect.  I still had my octo card (mtr/subway/train pass) so he let me to the mtr station and I was on my way.

Later that night I was getting ready to take a bath, and I noticed some white flakes in my belly button.  Now, to be honest I don't clean my belly button that often because it hurts and it ends up being sore for the rest of the day, but of course I'm not going to ignore visible flakes, so I clean it out while I'm taking my bath.  As I'm lying there relaxing, i realize that is from having sex with this guy the first time when he came on my stomach...I should have let him pay for a cab.

Coincidentally, two days later, I fell asleep on a bus and the driver had to wake me up and tell me to get off.  somehow in my rush to get off I managed to also lose the octo card...i have nothing.

***UPDATE***
My wallet was found in tst.  this is not near wan chai, where I lost it.  whoever found it, called the cycling studio i've been going to, to try to get my contact info, and they told the girl there that my walled was in hong kong hotel in tst, check it out, my first thought upon hearing this was that I had gone back to this hotel with some dude, banged him, then went back out to wan chai and went home with another dude.  BUT, i've come to the conclusion that is simply not possible because how could I have paid for a taxi back to wan chai...phew!!  I'm not nearly as slutty as I think I am.  When I did go to the police station to pick up my wallet all that was left was the cards I had already cancelled, some receipts from jello shots bought the night i lost my wallet, some call me maybe cards and stamps for china...thanks good Samaritan.