New York City 6th Day
Highlights: SF Friend: Stephanie Andrews
Meals: none, seriously

Rayfil Wong and Stephanie Andrews in NYC

Wearing a vibrant red jacket, she approached me. Gently whispering, “are you here alone?” The Asian girl with her pretty face instantly flattered me at the bar in the W hotel, boosting my ego to the heights of the Empire State building.

I though, “damm, I’m hot. Boy are NYC girls assertive.”

She instantly dashed off, not before give me a square card. On it, her name and number. Then a British gentleman chuckled and told me she was an escort.

God chooses to humble yet again.

So NYC has been awesome in many ways.

Tonight, I got approached by an escort and my San Franciscan dear friend Stephanie Andrews arrived at the Big Apple.

I have met thousands of people, but few are like her.

She is white but was raised by black folks.

Noticeably, she prefers hanging out with Asians people.

Remarkably, she is one of the most positive people I know.

Trust me, she has had her share of family tragedies but somehow, she chooses to be happy.
This is why I consider her a great source of inspiration.

She also has great friends that I met that night. Robert/Sue/Hannah/Megan