Proof Positive that Negative Thinking is a Waste of Time
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Posted:Nov 27, 2010 12:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2012 10:55 am
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If ever there was proof that negative thinking is a total waste, I experienced it one evening recently.
I have lovely friend from the mekong delta who works in a town I often visit on business. Every trip, I stop in and visit her and take her out for coffee. Y is super sweet and really digs me. When I explained to her she's not exactly my type, she started introducing me to gals from her province who are my type. The first friend she introduced was a no-go. Then she said she wanted to introduce her older sister, BB, whom she said had a pretty face which looked more Korean then Vietnamese, long black hair, a slender body, and large breasts. Needless to say, I was intrigued.
We started exchanging messages, and on BB's next trip to Saigon, we arranged to meet after I finished work at 9pm. When I came out from work, she was wearing a mask and long sleeved jumper, sitting on the back of a motorbike driven by some guy. Hmmmm. Negative thinking started stirring in my brain.
I hailed a xe om and we went to a nearby cafe. When the guy went to park their motorbike, BB pulled out her mobile phone. Rrrrr. Negative thinking really kicked in. "She knows the whole purpose of this meeting is for me to check her out, but she covers everything up, is escorted by a boyfriend, and won't even chat with me but immediately calls her friend on the damn phone."
Really I should know by now how worthless negative thinking is living in Vietnam. Stupidly I fell into it, but luckily the good lord was kind and taught me this important lesson one more time. Within literally 3 seconds, all my negative thoughts were completely dispelled.
BB handed me the phone. It was Y asking sweetly, "So, do you think my sister is pretty?" As I was answering, BB pulled off her mask and started taking off her jumper. "Yes, she's pretty, but why did she bring her boyfriend?" As my jaw dropped - discarding the jumper revealed BB was wearing a push-up bra and low cut top revealing marvelous cleavage - Y laughed on the phone, "That's not her boyfriend, that's our brother!" Bingo!
So be patient and leave time for things to unfold when living in Vietnam, and most importantly, don't waste your time with negative thinking!
What eventually happened with me and BB? He he. Use your imagination..
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Vietnamese wives
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Posted:Sep 13, 2009 2:38 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2010 9:10 am
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I always have a chuckle when a Vietnamese acquaintance repeats the cliche "Western wives can do like that, but Vietnamese wives are always faithful." Usually I just smile and gently rebut "You know as well as I do, in Vietnam the reality in secret is very different from the polite things people repeat over and over in public." Usually they think about what I just said, and find they have to agree, though that was the first time in their life they ever realized it.
Since this is an anonymous blog, I'll just come right out and say it - over the years here, I've had sex with 5 or 6 Vietnamese wives. And I'll admit, I enjoyed each one very, very much, and so did they. I've blogged already about two of them, H and T. I'll also add that Northern wives are a lot more likely to play then Southern wives.
With one exception, all of the wives I've enjoyed had worthless husbands. I'm a decent guy, and I wouldn't pursue a wife who was happily married. The way I see it, I'm just going along with the husband's choice that he wants his wife to be unfaithful because he neglects her so bad or is abusive. The resulting encounter is always very intense and passionate, both physically and emotionally.
Nowadays I'm friends with two wives who have worthless husbands.
G is a real classic beauty from a Northern mountain province, pretty and slender, with very long dark hair. Her husband left her about 6 months after marriage, and she has raised and supported her alone for 4 years. I tell her she should divorce. She says she can't because of her . I tell her she MUST divorce because of her , or does she want her girl to have the same miserable fate as she? She argues the same old BS about Vietnamese customs being different from Western customs. I reply I also appreciate Vietnamese customs, but a custom which makes common people miserable should be challenged, just like Uncle Ho instructed. And so the argument goes. Then I say, OK, if you don't want a divorce, then at least secretly take a lover, no-one should have to live life without love. She says she cannot. Finally I tell her: this is really boring, if you don't want to be my lover, then please stop bothering me. Of course she gets angry with me, but a month or so later contacts me again and we repeat the script. So there you have it, a Northern wife who remains faithful to her worthless husband. Congratulations!
N is a Hanoi gal who married a country boy. There are good reasons why Hanoi gals usually won't touch country boys with a ten foot pole. What was she thinking? Within 3 months of the wedding she was pregnant, and he left, taking her mobile phone and leaving her 20.000 dong. His mother regularly calls her to tell her how worthless she is. She hid from me the fact she was married until after we were friends. Now I like to help my friends, and I felt very sorry for her. So when she'd come over to cook for me, and we'd go shopping at the supermarket beforehand, I'd invite her to buy whatever she needs for herself. I pretty much supplied her with milk formula for pregnant mothers for the whole 9 months. A week before she was due to deliver, I took her to the supermarket and paid for all the baby stuff she would need. I doubt I will ever pull the trigger on her, but I enjoy having a few wives in the pipeline, because you never know what the future holds.
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Vietnam Gals - T (NT)
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Posted:Aug 21, 2009 7:20 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2015 9:31 am
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I have a friend in Saigon who scores quite a bit over the Internet. I don't much like the wild, sassy type of gals he likes, and he doesn't care much for the shy, demure, gentle types I am attracted to. So we're a perfect match, we never compete. But of course there is one feminine feature, rather rare on Vietnam gals, that we both adore - big tits. Every now and again he shows me pics of the gals he is chatting up. Well when he showed me some webcam shots of T, my jaw dropped, her breasts were just unbelievable, obviously 100% natural but much larger than any Vietnamese gal with implants I had ever seen. To complete her irresistability, she had long dark hair, and an attractive medium build. My friend said he met her once and it didn't work out, but he thought I might like her.
T was quite shy on the net, and didn't want to chat with me at first because she didn't know where I got her nick from, but I used a few flaky tricks and a bit of humor, and eventually we were chatting regularly. She turned out to be a very easy, anything-goes gal, and soon was showing me all her charms and asking me to do the same. We had cyber-sex, the first and probably last time for me. Silly me, I thought I had met my dream come true on the net.
We met at a supermarket. She didn't even look at me, much less smile or shake my hand, just motioned for me to follow her to the motorbike parking lot. In the shadows of the lot, we agreed to go have a bowl of soup. She turned out to be a melancholy, lost puppy kind of gal. Her skin was a bit splotchy, and I didn't really like her smell. I was having second thoughts, but I realized she expected to go to a mini-hotel, and I'm too nice a guy to ever refuse a woman who wants me.
I played, fondled, kissed and sucked her huge beautiful breasts for over an hour. I believe God should make sure every woman he endows with such beautiful breasts must enjoy having them fondled and kissed, and luckily T did. There was one distraction though, she kept giving me instructions. I guess some guys like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to show it, but I just plain don't like bossy women. When I went down on her, it was even worse. She was the kind of gal who tenses up and really has to work at having an orgasm, or rather really has to make her man work for her. I obliged her for a nice long session, but by the time I was done, I felt like I wasn't making love to her, I was assisting her to masturbate. She really enjoyed it, but when she asked me if I liked it, honest guy that I am, I just answered no, and showed her my limp dick to prove it. That sad, melancholy look came across her face again, but she resolved to get me up again and please me, so she gave me a decent blow job and then we finished off with some run of the mill fucking.
I gave her one more try. I invited her on a trip to Hanoi, and took her out shopping beforehand. It was incredibly erotic watching her try on different bras, trying to fit her enormous assets into the largest cup size they had in the shop, with two young shop assistants, both of them pretty but flat-chested, advising her. Some heels and a tight-fitting low-cut dress, and she was good to go. But up in Hanoi, halfway through our first session in the hotel, I just had to concede there was no way I could bring myself to be attracted to her, no matter how huge the tits. I told her no way we could be lovers. Again, that melancholy look. Nevertheless, we enjoyed a nice time knocking around Hanoi for a few days.
I explained to her that she was lacking self-confidence and selling herself too short. She had incredibly rare assets which some guys would give anything to have a taste of. Other girls may have to settle for less, but no way should she agree to anything less than 200. I put a profile on Affairlook for her, with luscious pics and seductive text, and started sifting through all the replies. Man, are there a lot of jerks on the net, but every now and then a decent guy would inquire politely, and eventually, I set something up. An American businessman wanted her to show up at his hotel lobby, with a shaved pussy and no panties, the morning after he flew in. I relayed the instructions and T showed up, spent a pleasant day with the gentleman.
Later she decided to give up on trying to make it in Saigon, and returned to her hometown. I visited her once, and she drove me along the beach on her motorbike, but she drove straight into a car! I still have a scar on my chest, so I won't be forgetting T any time soon. She says she will be marrying a local guy next year, but would like one last fling with me before she ties the knot.
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Vietnam Gals - B
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Posted:Aug 17, 2009 6:56 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2015 9:34 am
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It's rare that an older and younger sister are both so attractive in different ways. But that was the case with H and B.
H had feelings of "thuong" and "quy" for her old man, but maybe not "tinh yeu". Still, she wanted to be a good wife, and felt bad about her attraction for me, who could speak Vietnamese, enjoyed karaoke, make love to her, and do other things her old man could not. In typical Viet gal fashion, one way to solve the problem would be to help me find another lover. She introduced a few gals, but of course I didn't like any of them nearly as much as I liked her. Eventually I realized she was trying to direct me to her little sis.
B had the same charms as H, she was taller and darker-skinned, but had longer hair. B was not fun-loving like H, but was very "ngoan". B often said "Chi khong ngoan".
When H started telling me I should take B out, I said OK, I'll meet her for coffee, but tell her to wear a low-cut top. When we met, sure enough, her charms were on full display, every bit as nice as big sis. Still I decided it made no sense to switch my affections like that, so I just made friends with this demure and gentle gal.
A year or so passed, and I wasn't having much contact with big sis any more, and had enjoyed a fling with T. One day out of the blue, B called me and said she had some trouble. I met her for "sinh to" and she explained that she had a fight with big sis. Apparently B had told mom that big sis was playing cards, and when mom called to scold her, H got mad at little sis. Now B had no job and no place to stay. She had stayed a few days with a girlfriend but couldn't stay there any longer. Luckily I had brought her some flowers, and I told her not to worry, she could stay at my place until we figured out what to do.
Now B was inexperienced, but nevertheless we spent a very nice evening together. She was very submissive and let me enjoy her lovely young body. I remember when I rolled over and pulled her on top of me, she started riding a bit tentatively and asked me so sweetly "Em lam nhu the duoc khong anh?" to which I of course replied "Duoc roi em, lam nua di".
The next day I bought her an airplane ticket home to the Central Highlands. Her mother was sick and needed help at the shop. It felt so cool to have enjoyed such a wonderful evening free of next day hassles. But I stay in touch with B and still feel very dearly for her, and some day may gladly take on a few hassles to have another taste of her young love.
UPDATE: B got married. Lucky husband. I wish them every happiness.
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Vietnam Gals - T (SS)
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Posted:Aug 16, 2009 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2015 9:38 am
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I often go to Karaoke with some Singapore friends who, like me, enjoy to sing Vietnamese songs. We enjoy the gals working there, but don't take them too seriously. But every now and then, you sit with one that is just too good to pass up..
T seemed rather plain looking, but after a while sitting with her, I realized she was actually a very nice looking girl. Again, all three criteria which turn me on - long dark hair, big breasts, and slender legs. She was very shy, having only worked a few weeks, but she gave me her phone number.
I invited her to drink tea by the lake, and she showed up with a friend who was more out-going. After a bit of chit chat, the friend said she had to go, and asked if I could take T home on my motorbike. When I drove her home, she demurely rested her head on my shoulder, and for some reason that did me in. I wanted this woman..
The next day I showed up at her place for lunch. She lived in a tiny room with no furniture and very basic appliances. I was surprised to see a baby, and an aunt looking after the baby. The baby had a rather rough looking red patch all over his face. T explained that the father had dumped her, and so she had to work to buy medicine for the baby. I looked around the room told her I wanted to take her shopping later that day. I drove her around and she bought blankets and towels and utensils and such. When she was done, I said lets drop the stuff off at your place and then go shopping for me. I bought her high heels, shorts, a push-up bra, and a low cut shirt. She didn't want to wear it, saying she is a plain country girl. But coming out of the shop, the shopkeeper next door said "Ban gai dep qua, anh oi!" Before going home, we stopped for icecream, and she slipped into the restroom to change back into her plain clothes before I took her home.
A few days later she came over to my place and we made love. Wow, was it ever wonderful! Usually I don't enjoy sex with an inexperienced gal, but T was so much fun. Everything was new to her, and she liked it all. She would giggle, or make delightful expressions, and want to do it again and again or try something new. Whispering afterwards, she told me her boy's father didn't make love like that, she didn't even know it could be pleasurable for the woman. She turned out to be very hot.
During the rice harvest season, she had to return to her village to help, and she would sms me from the rice fields to arrange our next tryst. I remember so well the last time we made love, she picked me up on her motorbike at the airport when I arrived from Saigon, and we headed straight for the Nha Nghi. She was really craving that I lick her pussy, and after a lengthy, delicious round, she mounted me and rode me long and hard, her beautiful breasts bouncing, her face flush with pleasure, her moans and sighs going on and on. Man, were we ever into each other.
And then she disappeared without a trace.
I called, no signal. I stopped by her place, lock on the door.
I've lived in Vietnam long enough to know to not knock my head trying to understand the many mysteries here. Why did she disappear? Who knows. But somehow I had the feeling she would turn up again. She would be craving the sex, and not many guys would be as good to her as I was.
Sure enough, about four months later she rang. Where are you, I asked. I am in Haiphong, I had to return to my husband. So you are married, I should have known. But I still want to be your lover. I can come to Hanoi once a month to make love to you. My husband and I have no feeling together. I am lonely and miserable. I hesitated. Why get into something so complicated when there are so many alternatives. Then she asked me to tell her on the phone what I would do to her when we met. Wow, a married Vietnamese farm girl who loves phone sex. What next? I just felt proud that my Vietnamese is good enough to give a gal an orgasm over the phone. I enjoyed listening to her moans, but really I'm not much turned on by phone sex. I wanted to have real sex with her again. But off course she was broke and needed money to pay a baby-sitter and for the trip. So I transfered her some cash, but of course she never showed up.
Now I'm not one to worry so much about being "cheated" by Vietnamese gals. Spend some cash and things don't turn out exactly as you want. Big deal. Its still a lot more fun than the usual reliable things most guys spend their cash on, like cars or golf or whatever.
Later she called again, made some flimsy excuse, asked for more phone sex, and then asked me to send money again so she could come see me. As the saying goes, "cheat me once, shame on you, cheat me twice, shame on me". So I told her she should borrow from a friend, and after she comes to make love to me she could pay her friend back, and there would be plenty of cash left over for her.
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Vietnam Gals - H
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Posted:Aug 16, 2009 9:06 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2009 3:57 am
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I was invited to a restaurant launch along with all the neighbors. I sat at a table with an old Frenchman who lived upstairs. He sat with his young Vietnamese wife or lover. I didn't really pay much attention to either of them. The food was not great, so I left early.
A few weeks later I saw the same gal in the stairway. Wow! My heart skipped a beat. She was wearing shorts and a low cut top. She had slender legs, big breasts, and her hair was down long and dark. That pretty much sums up the perfect Vietnamese gal for me. She had a small boy with her. Well, I love little , so I jumped right in and started playing with him. We had loads of fun and I managed to make acquaintance with the lady. She was a fun-loving Southern gal, born in the Mekong Delta and raised in the Central Highlands. She ran a shop which her old man had invested in for her.
I chatted with her from time to time, until I moved apartments a few months later. I would come around and drink tea nearby the old pad, just looking out for her. Eventually I ran into her and got her phone number. Her old man was out of town for a month.
I called and invited her and her little sister to dinner. They showed up with 3 other friends, all of whom worked in her shop. She had plenty of cash and insisted on paying. The old French guy was taking good care of her. We went out for Karaoke. The attraction was irresistible. At the end of the evening, I said I wanted to meet her the next night just the two of us. It was obvious to both what was going to happen.
I picked her up on a motorbike and enjoyed feeling her breasts on my back as I rode her to my place. They were so big and firm I was afraid they might be fake, but sure enough when we got to my place and I took her shirt off they were real. We really enjoyed each other and she kept saying "anh lam em suong qua". There was one thing her old man wasn't taking care of for her, that was obvious.
Afterwards of course she felt a bit confused and compromised. Even I wasn't sure if she was cool with me as a lover on the side, or if she was dreaming of something more. Not long after that, we met for a coffee, and shortly after parting she sent me an sms that we would never meet again. I sympathized with her, but I wasn't ready to give it up, so I pursued her and eventually we started meeting again.
We became good friends but I told her once was not enough. One night she came by after a wedding party a little tipsy. I really let her have it that night, and finished up by coming in her mouth. From the dazed look on her face, that might have been the first time for her.
I would often visit her in her shop when her old man was not around. One day, she called and asked if she could borrow 5 million dong. For whatever reason, I said sure. She asked me to come to a hospital. Her little sister B, came down and met me, and I gave the cash to her.
A few weeks after that, she called and asked me to stop by her shop, so she could pay me back. When I arrived, she had a baby in her arms, and she whispered to me on the side not to tell the others in the room that it wasn't hers! I said "H, no one will believe this is your baby, its only 2 weeks old, and look at the shape of your body, no way!" But her family was very very Nha Que and they didn't seem to notice. So that's what the 5M dong was for.
After she adopted the baby, she didn't have much time to Di Choi any more, and later she moved to Saigon with her old man. We still stay in touch sometimes, but I doubt I'll ever have the chance to enjoy her again. I just like to call sometimes and hear her wonderful, fun-loving voice, and feel so grateful that I had the pleasure of loving her, even if it was only twice..
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