As noted in china anniversary, many of the bars and clubs have working girls (slang for them here is 'chickens'), with the higher-end establishments housing higher-end pros. I have been told by a number of expat men that they can distinguish these ladies by their blatant eye contact (although given the propensity for some to not charge certain foreigners, primarily white skinned individuals and for the local girls who are on the prowl for the next sugar daddy, I'm not sure that there is an exact science to picking them out).
So when my friends and I were sandwiched between two groups of hens, it was natural for me to assume that when an Icelander approached me at a very high-end bar for supposedly one of his friends, it was because they assumed I was working. As he was a tourist, it would have been forgivable that he would not know the 'eye contact' rule. After acting all offended, it turned out that he was on a business trip looking for a potential acquisition, whereby we could assist him in his ventures.
When I gave him my business card, it amused me to see his friends' reactions thinking that he scored. At the end of the day, we are also in the professional services industry. There have been times where I, too, feel like I am 'bawking'.
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