Today N’s mom called me again under the pretext of expressing concern for my emotional health after what her daughter did behind both our backs. She was once again trying to give me an update of what N was doing back in school over here in Singapore.
“She has broken up with the guy from the states, she gave me her word. ” said N’s mom to me over the phone.
She just went on whining and whining about what her daughter N was doing, how she was feeling sorry for what her daughter did. Why couldn’t she just stop talking about N. What is the point. N is the bitch I am trying to forget. It is not helpful for N’s mom to be mentioning about N this and N that all the time during the conversation.
Instinctively I knew that her mom is just trying to do the impossible; for me and N to get back together again as though nothing has happened. And the main reason she is trying so hard is because she knows, unlike that air head N, I am a really good husband material as compared to the drug junkie of an American. By screwing up this relationship with me, N was effectively giving up on a really bright future.
What a pragmatic bitch her mom is? And a lack of shame too. How come all Chinese woman from China irregardless of their level of education and exposure are so materialistic? I guess the way N turned out to be was not really surprisingly, a fruit does not fall far from the tree after all.
Anyway’s much as her mom would have like to believe, the guy is now in Singapore happily pounding N away in a room she rented for him. I guess he will keep doing some until his time in Singapore is up and he leaves and forget about N altogether.
I got so tired from all her whining, I hung up the phone mid-way through the conversation. Meanwhile my phone started to beep. A new message has arrived. I took a look and realized it was R, one of the 50 girls I picked up from that online dating site.. I guess the party was really going to start.
So eventually I did met up with R. She seems cute. We went out for coffee. Through the whole time she was chatting and carrying the conversation all by herself.
We went to a cafe and sat down for coffee, it was not before long that she suggested we take a walk in the park. Thus we did. We sat down on the bench. While we chatted I was all the while leaning back feeling very relaxed.
On and on she do brush her hands on my thigh, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. It was a turn on. Still I made no move. Curiously it just got her more and more excited and worked up.
It just suddenly felt like I owned this girl. It was like having a pet and playing her whichever way you wanted to and she do be all willing. I guess being a white guy in Singapore does have its advantages.
After an hour of idle talking on her side, I got bored and just grabbed her leaned in for the kiss. I could her a sigh of relief coming from her. I guess she needed me more than I needed her. Seems like I was held the power in this particular relationship of ours.
The rest though was a story for another time.
Recovery was a long and tedious process. It came a shock to me how she my love could have done something like what she did. I gave her my whole heart and yet she went off to be bedded by someone else. Swinya as the Russians would call her.
Off on my own again, I started checking out the dating sites online. I was pretty skeptical of the whole thing at first. For once however I was able to keep my skeptism in check just enough to wink at those 50 girls online which I found to be somewhat cute.
I waited there after. Little did I know my adventure into the underground was soon to come.
