Strolling home, after dinner. This is the fantasy that percolates in me (I am the Chairman, she is Sayuri):

I maunder through the doors of Borders, whence I am accosted by a hill of Tom Wolfe's new book I am Charolette Simmons. Out of respect for Mr. Wolfe's reputation, I scan in some pages.

Then this belle of half-japanese/half-white descent scoots right next to me and peruses the same book. We exchange flirtatious glances.

Chairman (me): Excuse me, but has anybody said you have a lot of water in your features?
Sayuri (her): That's a good book.
Chairman: Which, Tom Wolfe's or Memoirs of a Geisha? (that's where the water reference's from)
Sayuri: both.
Sayuri: Do you want to get married?
Chairman: Yes.
Sayuri: Why?
Chairman: Your good looks are enough to make me fall in love with you, and so your personality will probably be icing on the cake.
Sayuri: I wish I could say the same for you.
Chairman: Do you want to get Pearl Milk Tea or something?
Sayuri: sure.

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BTW, I haven't read Charolette Simmons yet. It's 627+ pages, and I'm not going to spend a week of my life on something unless I'm sure it's going to be worth it. Plus, I'd probably want to scope out some his other books: The Bonfire of the Vanities or The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.