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This was on the dating app OKCupid. The woman texting was cute, far younger looking than her stated age of 51, and Chinese. She looked 30. I thought it was a fake account the first two days of texts, too good to be true but nothing to lose with a few texts.
Then she started talking different from the typical scam/fake accounts and the next texts were really special.
Something about this was already so right. A woman strong enough to say what she wanted, and said it in very classy beautiful way.
Friday September 20 2019 we met for the first time and went out for sushi at Aji Sushi & Grill. When I'm both really at ease with someone, and attracted to her, this ability to charm and entertain comes out. I had her laughing at my stories. I can't make this charm come out, only with the rare right one.
We made love on her living room floor.
A few days later we met for dinner at her place the evening of Tuesday September 24 2019. She was dressed casual, unlike the first night with a striking black dress.
We talked as she did things at her stove. It was at that moment that she began to provide me with the most cherished romantic memories in my life.
She was in a casual shirt, no bra. Her breasts were too small for any bra size, yet present.
Attraction in it's most stark true meaning.
The most beautiful curves I had ever seen. It started that night, the realization I would never tire of seeing this.
That night she noticed my tattoo for the first time. Simply my son's name. She glanced at it and hid her face and her tears. I know in my bones that's one of the moments she fell in love with me.
I could feel her falling for me. American women had always made the prospect of loving difficult and murky with contradictions, often with an almost militant opposition to heterosexual love and bonding. With this woman, I could feel real love.
Nights I was not with her she went to sleep after watching her cellphone videos of me playing electric guitar.
I told every wild story and she would laugh like crazy. The first time I bought North by her place both North and I were overflowing with antics and stories, while we sipped tea I was telling some story about China and the Mongolians with more than usual flare for the dramatic, North chiming in with his own wit, and C wide eyeed and smiling at it all.
C is the most awesome combination of traits. She is a Chinese hedge fund millionaire, hasn't worked since a brief stint in the 1990's. She watches only winter sports of football and hockey - mostly to see a few white guys she finds attractive. She travels extensively, but never to the third world. She professed no affinity for India or Africa. No interest in Spanish speaking cultures. No interest in Native Americans. No care for LBGT. She spends every Chinese New Year in Fuzhou. She likes Japan more than typical Chinese, and loves traveling and shopping there.
She was manic about cleanliness. Her place was spotless. She didn't like going to Seattle's old Chinatown, too dirty for her liking. She could stand only new shiny places with all affluent people.
Talking with her was to talk with no baggage of disagreement on world politics, culture or interests. It was so nice to have a conversation with no sense of opposing views or friction.
Her voice. Once again I remind you of pure unmitigated attraction. Her voice became that to me. It was deep, and of course with a Cantonese accent. It is not enough to call it sexy. I loved to hear it even if she was mad.
I love her voice.
Eventually pragmatics were manifest. We sat down and had an adult conversation, both openly declaring this is not pleasant but necessary.
She was wealthy enough for her lifestyle, but just barely. She could not afford to support me and maintain the same shopping and traveling habits. She had over a hundred designer purses.
Even if I had gotten back in the software development world, 150K a year would have been too little to live her lifestyle.
I never contemplated her supporting me, I didn't even like her paying for our nights out for dinner.
I was there to gaze on her curves, this spark in her face when she was listening to me, talking...and most of all her voice.
The most attractive experience of my life.
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