Once upon a time, when I was a mere laddie and tv was black-and-white, there was this almost-typical story about some peasant Chinese girl having to borrow money to save an ailing dad. She had to sign a contract she barely understood and, as a result, got trapped into slavery. I was young and innocent and I told myself that when I grew up I would use my money to save these girls, or some silly nonsense like that.I'm a little odd in that way. Maybe it's because I don't have a sister. I often preferred chatting with women rather than go hang out with the boys. I found boys boring. Girls are more stimulating. (Heehee!) Maybe opposites attract. Maybe I found guys threatening as we are always competing over something. Maybe girls are more forgiving of my shortcomings.
Girls always give you things to eat. Girls always have things like toothpicks, tissue paper and nail-clippers handy. Girls think "Isn't he pitiful? Better comfort him," and I end up getting freebies. (Hahaha!)
I'm not gay, in case you are wondering. Once I wept for a week over some girl after attending her wedding dinner!
When I visited Shenzhen, someone took me to these "barber" shops where there were rows and rows of girls sitting there waiting for clients. I felt so sorry for them I could not look them in the eyes. So I looked up at the ceiling! I must have been the oddest guy they have ever seen!
Another time, I found myself alone in the bedroom of a young lady, also in Shenzhen. She said I could look at her CD collection. To be honest, it was totally intoxicating. If she had stood at the doorway, I wouldn't have had the strength to get pass her. But she didn't. And I stepped out. Today she is married to a German and we are the best of friends.
I saw both my sons coming into this world. I cut the umbilical cord for my first son and got blood all over my clothes. I saw the blood pouring out like a waterfall. Call me mystical if you like, but to me the woman's private area is a sacred place. It's the doorway between two worlds. I believe there is a long line of babies queuing up in heaven to get into this world through that doorway. So I prefer not to mess about with it.
[From a young lady in Zhangjiagang (9 May 2009):
to be honest, i sometimes feel it is difficult to find a man who respects women, so your post is a refreshing read :) thanks!]
[From a gentleman in Kuala Lumpur (9 May 2009):
Good article - your writings show earnestness, mostly joy. That's important - enjoying what you do.]
[From a young lady in Jakarta (10 May 2009):
I love your blog about Mother's Day! especially what you wrote about how you see the woman's private area as a doorway of two worlds....that's the coolest words I've ever read or hear from a MAN! ^___^
Tell you the truth...its difficult nowadays to find a man who can respect a woman the way you do! Most of them only see a woman as a wife who has to cook, deliver baby, take are the kids, do laundry, ironing, and other stuff that most housewives do!
Very very few (or perhaps only YOU?) who could respect women like that, I admire your thought ^___^
I wished my husband could be like you a bit...hahahaha!! *joking!*]
