On my first of several visits to China I lucked out with an SP who had just started this line of work and rates a clear 10 on my scale for L, A, S.
I was blown away by the way we clicked, in that sleazy hovel of hers on a side street in Beijing. I gave her my e-mail address, and sure enough she initiated a correspondence. Our messages back and forth every few months are kept short and superficial, due to her poor English and my poor Chinese.
I'm fondly looking at her photos as I'm writing this....ah, such heartache-causing beauty and what a sweet personality! I've seen her repeatedly on subsequent visits to China, including overnight.
It's a fantasy of mine, and probably hers too—though we never seriously discussed this—to have her come to Canada to live with me. This would require getting married first. But then I think of the ramifications.
How long would her gratitude toward me last for rescuing her from the indignities of poverty in China? Sex is a big deal for me, but how could it be for her, after working as an SP? And sexual excitement between two people tends to have a short shelf life at the best of times.
Her stunning beauty would attract lots of male attention—how long before constantly getting hit on by Canadian guys would make her recognize her awesome sexual power here and look at new relationship options with a younger or richer man? And, given her relative lack of education, the intellectual confinement of her company would soon become oppressive.
And she'd be an economic deadweight around my neck. I'd probably have to assume the cost of supporting her for quite a while—unless she went to work as an SP here, with all the issues this would raise. And how long would it take before she could legally claim half of what I own? And on top of everything, I'd presumably have to kiss my pooning hobby goodbye.
Forget the idea of bringing her over, I tell myself.
And yet...there are men, apparently lots, who get mail order brides from the Philippines or China or Russia or many other impoverished countries—women with whom they don't have the magical connection I have with this lady. If the choice is between living out one's life in deafening loneliness, or bunkering down with your typical unattractive Western she-dragon, or taking a chance on a lovely overseas hottie, in a certain mood the risks actually seem worthwhile.
I was blown away by the way we clicked, in that sleazy hovel of hers on a side street in Beijing. I gave her my e-mail address, and sure enough she initiated a correspondence. Our messages back and forth every few months are kept short and superficial, due to her poor English and my poor Chinese.
I'm fondly looking at her photos as I'm writing this....ah, such heartache-causing beauty and what a sweet personality! I've seen her repeatedly on subsequent visits to China, including overnight.
It's a fantasy of mine, and probably hers too—though we never seriously discussed this—to have her come to Canada to live with me. This would require getting married first. But then I think of the ramifications.
How long would her gratitude toward me last for rescuing her from the indignities of poverty in China? Sex is a big deal for me, but how could it be for her, after working as an SP? And sexual excitement between two people tends to have a short shelf life at the best of times.
Her stunning beauty would attract lots of male attention—how long before constantly getting hit on by Canadian guys would make her recognize her awesome sexual power here and look at new relationship options with a younger or richer man? And, given her relative lack of education, the intellectual confinement of her company would soon become oppressive.
And she'd be an economic deadweight around my neck. I'd probably have to assume the cost of supporting her for quite a while—unless she went to work as an SP here, with all the issues this would raise. And how long would it take before she could legally claim half of what I own? And on top of everything, I'd presumably have to kiss my pooning hobby goodbye.
Forget the idea of bringing her over, I tell myself.
And yet...there are men, apparently lots, who get mail order brides from the Philippines or China or Russia or many other impoverished countries—women with whom they don't have the magical connection I have with this lady. If the choice is between living out one's life in deafening loneliness, or bunkering down with your typical unattractive Western she-dragon, or taking a chance on a lovely overseas hottie, in a certain mood the risks actually seem worthwhile.
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