Jeane and Jianglin, the Fourth And Fifth Women I Slept With- Finally, Two Superb Women!

Oh, for chronological reference, the Number Three woman I slept with (Mi-Jun) was written about in a previous article. You already know about her if you've been reading this stuff in order of me posting it... if you haven't read about the passive-aggressive, flinty-voiced Mi-Jun, I invite you to go have a gander at her story for shits and giggles.

Jeane and Jianglin... Whereas Jianglin was demure, Jeane oozed sex. Whereas Jianglin was slim and petite, Jeane was curvy and tall. Whereas Jianglin was delicate, Jeane was tough. They were polar opposites, but I think they were both beautiful in their own ways.

These two serve as reminders as to why I should continue to pursue women.

The summer of 1998, I was studying in Taiwan. Summer in Taiwan is hot, sticky and it pisses-down rain all the time. This was my third time in Taiwan, and I was very excited to be back. I was living in a dormitory outside my institute; the dorm rooms were somewhat dilapidated, but they were well-furnished and comfortable. As I was the only foreigner at the institute, it was very challenging speaking Chinese every day, every week. In situations like that, you start to improve your speaking ability very quickly. I've found that having even a basic grasp of Chinese can bring a lot of unwarranted praise to a foreigner.

Oh, by the way, so far I've always used condoms. Yup, I practice safe sex... mainly because I'm terrified of catching something nasty.

The Dream

I think it's notable to tell you about the dream I had the first night I was in my dormitory in Taipei. I remember this dream, because it was so vivid and so real. And because of my reaction when I woke-up.

In my dream, there was a gorgeous woman in front of me dressed in a red, skin-tight dress. She had red curly hair and alabaster skin so radiant that it almost hurt the eyes to look at her directly. The dress hugged her every curve- she looked mouth-watering. She parted her ruby lips and glided-up to me. She was a mixure of Aphrodite, Helen of Troy and Princess Gwenivere. She put her soft, delicate arms around me and began kissing my lips.

In the dream, I'd never seen her before but I knew exactly who she was: she was my Perfect Woman. She was everything I ever wanted in a partner. She was smart, funny, loving, generous. She was Her.

"Mmmm... NiceGuy... I want you..." She cooed in a sultry, breathy voice. Everything felt so... real! Her smell. Her voice. The room I was in... I remember I was getting so excited! This is her! The woman of my dreams! She wants me! My heart is about to burst at the seams! Finally, I can open-up my loving heart and take such good care of her!

Finally, I have my Perfect Woman... I can make her happy and care for her and give her all my Love.

I slid my hands down her waist. I could feel the cloth of the dress under my fingers.

I sat-down and lifted her into my lap... she hooked her arms behind my head and kissed me long, deep and hard. I slip my hand up her thigh, and began to slowly slide my fingers up under the cloth of her skirt...

And I wake-up. I'm tangled-up in my bed's sheets.

"God Damn it!" I yell. I felt tears come to my eyes. "God damn it!" I weakly pound the bed with my fist. I wipe my eyes. My heart hurts. I'm so lonely.

Guys don't cry over not getting sex. They cry when they get cheated-out of love. In my dream, my heart was an inch away from the bliss of releasing its years of pent-up, unrequited love... and then the dream suddenly switched itself-off. Few sensations cause more heartache than unrequited love.

Anyways, back to the real story...

One of the first things I remember about Jeane was the attitude she radiated. It was very hot. It was an attitude that said "I'm strong, I'm independent, I'm sexy and I'm not going to be a demanding bitch about it."

One of my male co-workers at my institute suggested that I stop-by an English language club. These are basically informal gatherings in which people practice English. Often, they might invite a foreign speaker to come and lead a short chat. Naturally, I'm looking forward to meeting people, so that weekend I go to a library where I knew such a club was held.

I arrived, found the right room, and walked-in. It was packed. The air-conditioning was on full-blast and the room was chilly. The speaker was about to start, and there were only a few seats left in the back. I immediately sat-down and began listening.

The speaker was an Australian fellow, talking about life down-under. He started-off with a small joke or two and began to talk about all the good points in Australia's becomming a more multiethnic society. As he spoke, I heard someone walk-in. I turn-around... and I see Jeane.

Actually, I gawked. She didn't just walk, she strutted. She was wearing a long, black, silk skirt and an expensive-looking sort-sleeved sweater. She was insanely curvy, too. She obviously had a healthy upbringing! I saw a few males gawking at her, too. She was definitely above an 8.

She picked-out one of the few empty seats next to me.

The talk goes-on. I'm totally not paying attention to the speaker now. I want to steal quick glances at the walking wet-dream that sat-down beside me. I think she catches me looking at her. I pretend I'm not looking. Then, I look back... and she pretends that she's not looking at me... this little tango continues for a few minutes.

Then, she whispers in my ear.

"What's your name?"

"NiceGuy. Yours?"

"Call me Jeane." Her English sounded expert. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the U.S. Don't hate me?"

She chuckles.

"Did you bring a sweater because of the cold air in here?" I ask. She nods. "Your sweater looks incredible." I smiled. She smiles back.

The speaker continued and eventually concluded. Afterwards, there was a brief social gathering in which we sipped drinks and about ten people huddled around me, trying to practice English. Jeane was there, lurking behind the first line of questioners. She was quiet, but appeared to be studying me curiously. I noticed that she's just as tall as I am; tall-enough to look me in the eye, at least.

An Hour Passes. I'm Getting Hungry.

Well, the crowd starts to thin-out. It's about noon and I have a sudden desire to invite Jeane to lunch.

"Hi, would you like to go to lunch with me?" I ask.

"Of course!" We go to a nearby restaurant. We talk. She works for a computer certification bureau. She's three years older than me. She's well-dressed, smart, and the whole time she is driving my hormones up the wall!

She asks if I've seen the city? I have, but I pretend that I haven't seen some of the biggest sights.

"Well, I'll take you to go look around. I need an English tutor, too... "

"Oh, you speak so well. You don't need a tutor." But naturally, I volunteer.

We go to lunch. We speak in English most of the time, because she's keen to practice. However, I'm keen to practice Chinese. Naturally, the conversation flips back and forth between languages.

She shows me a few sights. She says that she has to run some errands that afternoon... I ask if I can accompany her to help?

Long story short, we spend much of the day together. About 7 PM, she invited me back to 'her' place...

One Taxi Ride Later...

I entered her apartment. It was a little cluttered, but surprisingly spacious. We turn-on the tv. On the satellite-dish, it's a Chinese-subtitled episode of Seinfeld. I recognize this one.

"Sometimes I watch Seinfeld." She says. "George is funny."

"No one likes George. He's supposed to be pathetic." I grin.

"I still think he's funny." She replies matter-of-factly.

It's the episode where Jerry and Elaine are in a bakery to buy a chocolate babka, while Kramer and George are in a liquor store to buy a bottle of wine. Hilarity ensues when George's clumsy GoreTex coat knocks-over a bunch of bottles and Jerry pukes-up the bakery's black and white cookie. Oh, the craziness. She asks me a few questions about some slang from time to time. Interesting how the translation gets massaged a bit in order to turn Seinfeld-isms into understandible Chinese approximations. Slowly, we inch closer-together onto the couch.

"I'm going to change clothes, okay?" She says suddenly. I nod.

"Sure thing."

She walks into her bedroom. I bite my fist. Wow, she has a shapely body. I check my hair. I check my clothes in the nearest mirror. Do I look okay? God, she's got a killer body.

She came-back in... she was wearing shorts and a very revealing tank-top. She settled-down next to me, her legs curled-up beneath her. I look at her... I'm feeling a little bold, because the sexual signals she's giving-off are unmistakeable. Her legs look so smooth. One thing about many Asian women... their leg-hair is so sparse, it's almost non-existent. She notices that I'm looking at her legs and smiles gamely.

"Sorry. Um... I have way too much hair on my legs." I said. "Wo hao xiang yi zhi houzi. Kankan ba?" (I look like a monkey. See?) I pulled-up my trouser leg and showed her. She laughed.

"Well, do you like my legs?" She asked. I ran my hand down her thigh. She fluttered her eyes and 'mmmm'd salaciously. She liked that...

"I love your skin. It's soft and smooth." I say to her. I put my hand on her cheek and stroked it with my thumb and eased closer to her. She smiles and points to my nose.

"I like your nose." She taps my very Roman nose. Actually, it's a massive wedge of gnarled cartilage. She touches my nose's misshapen hugeness.

"I like your hair..." I ran my fingers through it. She puts her finger on my lips.

"I like right here..." She giggled. Okay, that's the signal to move-in...

This Is Every Guy's Fantasy

I was exhausted. We'd made-love on her bed with the lights on; she'd insisted that she see me. No way did I expect my evening to end-up like this... oh sure, I hoped it, but never did I actually expect it!

She lay next to me.

"I've never done this with a foreigner before. Do you want to be my boyfriend?" She asks. I didn't have to think twice.

"God, yes! You know I'm only going to be here for about six more weeks, right?"

"I know that. But... I like the idea of you being my boyfriend."

"I like the idea of you being my girlfriend!" I smile broadly.

This was going to be fun...

A Few Days Later...

There was a small snack shoppe in the lobby of the dorm in which I lived. The proprietress was a rotund woman in her mid-50s. I would drop-in and chat with her every now and then, mainly because I enjoy a good soda when the weather is as sticky as it was. When I came in to buy a drink, we would chat. She also had a daughter in her mid-20s... her daughter was also a little on the rotund side and was somewhat cheeky with me. The third time I met her, she asked me: "Do you have a girlfriend?" No, well, um... no. Yeah, I wasn't being honest. I was just curious to see where this would lead. "Well, I have a friend who might like to meet you!"

On my last few visits to Taiwan, sometimes people I get acquainted with will offer to set me up with their female friends... Sometimes they'd ask "Do you like Asian women?" I invariably respond: "I like all women." This usually gets a laugh, and it's true... with the obvious exception of the defective 'Made in USA' variants of course.

So, the daughter of the snack-shoppe proprietress sets me up on a date with her friend, Jianglin. Jeane hasn't said anything about me not seeing other people... besides, perhaps this new woman might turn-in to a good friend?

She whips-out her cell-phone, calls her up, and makes a date. I am to meet her on a street corner near a downtown shopping center. How will I recognize her?

"Oh, she'll recognize you."

The Date

I'm standing on the street corner in a crowded street in Taipei. It's humid as hell. I'm trying to look my best, but I'm sweating buckets. Suddenly, I see a young lady walking towards me. She's wearing jeans and a small tshirt. She's slim, high cheekbones, carmel skin. She's about an inch over five feet tall. Black, shiny, shoulder-length hair. Whoa. 7.5 on the Richter scale. I immediately stored her face in the high-resolution part of my brain.

I greet her. Her eyes gleam brightly.

We go to a rather nice Japanese restaurant. I eat a fried eel (yum!) I try to be my most charming... well, at least I try to be as charming as I can possibly be in a foreign language. Although she's studied a little English, she's forgotten most of it.

We dicuss ourselves, our lives, our interests.

The whole evening, Jianglin is looking at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. She's one year older than me, works at a consultancy. She and I share a few laughs and we have a fantastic time at dinner. She also mentions to me that she's seen Titanic and that I look a lot like Leo DiCaprio (I do NOT look like him, maybe it was my hair? Or maybe all white guys look alike?)

I am so pleased to be with her. She's just so sweet. I escort her back to her apartment and go-off home. Would she like to see me again? Sure! She invites me over for dinner at her apartment that Friday. I'm really looking forward to it- she's arousing a number of very strong feelings in me. I want to cuddle her. I want to be good to her. I want to show her what I great guy I can be.

Later That Week...

I'm waiting at the entrance to her apartment building. I buzz her doorbell. I'm wearing the nicest clothes I've brought with me, and I'm also holding some flowers. (Yeah, very unoriginal. So sue me.)

Her voice comes over the intercom.

"NiceGuy? Wo jiu xia qu, dai ni jinlai. Bie dong." (NiceGuy? I'll come-down and bring you in. Don't move.) A shiver goes down my neck. Wow, I'd forgotten how cute her voice sounds! As light as a feather.

She opens the door for me. She's dressed in a black dress and strappy, high-heeled sandals. She looks so sweet. I give her the flowers and she thanks me while taking me up in the elevator. I can't take my eyes off her.

She's made dinner for me, and she's quite a good cook. I'm really flattered- I've never had a woman in her 20s cook for me at this point except Mi-Jun. Maybe I should've brought something more than just flowers? I lavish praise on her cooking and make a mental note to give her a present in future. She takes the serving chopsticks and puts samples of everything on my plate while I'm eating. When I do the same for her, she laughs and tells me that I don't have to serve her because I'm her guest.

I tell her that she's a great hostess and she deserves to relax after all her hard work cooking.

"Meishi, zhende. Meiguanxide." (It's nothing, really. Don't worry.) But I insist.

I enjoy dinner. Throughout, we share stories about childhood. She asks me a million questions about life in the U.S. I ask her a million questions about her life in Taiwan. Through the conversation, she's staring at me with a mysterious smile on her face. When I asked her why she's smiling, she compares me to Leo DiCaprio again. (I do not look like him! I swear!)

I ask her about a few of her past relationships. According to her, she's never had a real boyfriend. In fact, she goes-on to tell me that her friend that hooked us up regularly gets more men than she does. (I find that surprising, because the girl back at the snack-shoppe wasn't nearly as attractive as Jianglin!) Jianglin is either very modest or has a low self-esteem.

Dinner ends, we relax on her couch.

I've memorized much of the following Chinese dialogue, just to try to show that I'm not making this up... I wrote most of it in my diary immediately after I got home, because it's incredibly sweet.

Long story short, we snuggle up and we start to kiss... I don't remember who initiated it... I think she gave me some very strong signals, and I went-ahead and kissed her on the lips. After about an hour of kissing and gentle play, she nervously looks at me. "Wo conglai meiyou kandao le... ai-ya, neme *shuai* de waiguoren!" (I've never seen... ai-ya, such a *handsome* foreigner!) She runs her fingers through my hair. Her voice, by the way, was very shy and nervous.

I responded with: "Oh, wo meiyou tebie hao kan, dan shi ni dui wo neme tianmi a." (oh, I'm not especially good-looking, but you're so sweet to me.) "Ni piaoliang sile!" (You're so beautiful, I could die!) I brushed my nose against her cheek.

Jianglin then said: "Wo yi kan dao ni," (When I first saw you,) "Wo xin jiu... tiao le!" (My heart just... jumped!) She put her hand on her heart, for emphasis. Her eyes got watery. "Ni zhi dao 'xin tiao' shi shenme yisi?" (Do you know what 'heart jumped' means?) I nodded and looked at her sweet, brown eyes. "Wo de xin... jiu tiao le." (My heart... just jumped) "Wo conglai meiyou... meiyou..." (I've never... never...)

She burst into crying and clasped her hands as if to beg. She got onto her knees. "Qiu-qiu ni! Wo xiang zuo ai! Wo xiang zuo ai!" (I beg you! I want to make love! I want to make love!) She was openly sobbing. Tears were rolling-down her cheeks. "Qiu-qiu ni! Qiu-qiu ni!" (I beg you...) And I embrace her. When I pulled her close, she stopped crying and looked releived. I helped her wipe her tears.

We embrace and kiss. Sniffling, she bit her lip and the corner of her mouth crept-up in a smile. "Guo lai..." (Come on...) She held-out her hand as she brought me into her bedroom... she laid-back, closed her eyes and gave herself to me.

This Is Also Every Guy's Fantasy...

Anyways.. Jianglin was more than just a real sweetie. She had a wonderful, tender heart and I've never had a woman show this kind of emotion towards me before. She swept me away with the tidal wave of her love. She nearly attacked me with sweet kindness. She showed me tenderness in the special way that only a woman can show tenderness to a man. The feeling of her 'heart jumping'- I knew that all too well. I know how it feels when your heart jumps- and when you get shot-down by the person your heart jumps for. No way would I deny her affection in the same way I routinely get denied!

When a woman shows vulnerability like this, a hidden male protective instinct kicks-in. It must be in our genes or something. While I was with her, I would have done anything for her. I would have done anything to protect her. Naturally, I was a little worried about making love to a woman when she and I both knew I was going to come home in a month. But every now and then, I find myself wishing that I could go back to that one special night and relive it over and over.

If either Jianglin or I had been unscrupulous, we could've hurt the other badly. But there were no coy head-games between us. There was no manipulation. It was just two lonely people wanting to share intimacy with each other. She never demanded presents, extravagance and largesse from me- hell, when I took her to dinner, she always offered to help pay the bill! I gave her presents because I wanted to show my appreciation for her. She cooked for me and did nice things for me because she wanted to make me happy, too.

So Why Aren't You Still With Her, Dumbass?

Sigh. It was unworkable. Her parents wouldn't have allowed it, she said. It would've been doomed to fail. I think we were together for too short a time; we saw what we wanted to see in the other. Perhaps if we'd been together for a longer period of time, we might've discovered that we didn't have much in common. I'll never know. It was short enough to be ideal. Had it been a longer relationship, reality might've stepped-in to ruin it.

When it came time for me to go, we both decided that the pain of separation in a long distance relationship would have been immense. She told me that if I could come back on a permanent basis, she'd wait for me. I haven't been able to do that because my career hasn't allowed me to do so... Still, I can't help wonder what my life would've been like if I'd been able to stay with her.

Now, the more cynical people will find all kinds of things wrong with this experience. I'm sure some will call her a slut or a psycho or claim she was using me because she had ulterior motives, perhaps. Or maybe you think I'm making the whole thing up *shrug* I dunno what your reactions are. I just... Sigh. I wish I could've been with her for a longer amount of time. I have a very loving heart, and when a woman treats me so wonderfully, I want to be so wonderful right back. I didn't just feel like a lover, I felt like a trustee of her kindness.

Not all Taiwanese women are like this, okay? I'm not trying to start a 'Come to Taiwan, Get Laid' ad campaign... In fact, Jianglin was atypical. Most women over there are very independent and aren't willing to offer intimacy so soon. I think Jianglin had very powerful emotions and was swept-up in the romance of it all. She was very shy and perhaps even felt a little intimidated by me. She obviously associated me with the movie Titanic and all the romantic imagery thereof. She was probably terrified of rejection, which is why she started to cry. American women often fantasize about exotic strangers sweeping them off their feet, don't they? This is the exact same principle.

Naturally, women in the U.S. will read this passage and scoff that I made the whole thing up or that Jianglin's behavior was weak and pathetic. I don't see her behavior as weak at all: it takes a lot of courage to risk rejection and the possibility of unrequited affection. Men have to take the risk of initiating relationships all the time! When you have strong emotions for someone, it's scary to risk rejection! She wasn't submissive; being submissive means that you don't take the intiative for anything- the way I see it, she shared the romantic initiative for crying out loud!

One American woman said to me about Jianglin: "Big deal. Any woman can make a man feel like God!" Oh really? Well why doesn't it happen more often? Superiority-complex, sadism or just plain laziness? Maybe it's all three! Tell me, guys: how many times has a woman ever made you feel like God?! The truth is that most U.S. women invest their real energy in making men feel like shit!

Why do women have to bash men? Why do men have to mistreat women? Why can't both sexes bring-out the best in each other instead of exploiting the differences? I swear... if more women were like Jianglin, there would be many more happy guys in the world. Or maybe there are a lot of women like her, but they keep falling in love with assholes? For the short time we were together, Jianglin made me feel like a God, and I did my best to treat her like a Goddess. We elevated each other, and it didn't come at each other's expense. This is what relationships are for, no?

Quite a Conundrum

Okay, Jeane was sleeping with me. Jianglin was sleeping with me... my God, I'm turning-into a stud... no, a cheating pig! I can't do this. I owe it to Jianglin to be a perfect paragon of virtue.

It was tough: I wanted to spend more time with Jianglin, but she worked long hours. Jeane was available to see me more often in the evenings. I can't excuse myself for what I did: I dated them both. I guess this was my way of compensating for lack of female attention in the U.S.

I wanted to choose Jianglin, but Jeane was very persuasive... Her attitude and her looks drew me back everytime. She always kept me wanting more. One weekend, she and I spent a whole afternoon just having sex over and over. Frankly, this was exhausting but fun. But Jianglin was great for cuddling. I gave her gifts every time I saw her and I was always sure to tell her how beautiful and wonderful she was- she never asked me for gifts. In fact, she got me gifts, too.

I decided that two sex partners was enough. All the attention made me uncomfortable. I wasn't used to having women lavish praise and heap affection on me. But it still felt wonderful. Is this what it feels like to be a celebrity? Yeah, I probably seem like a hypocrite here, saying I want one woman, yet juggling two. But consider it from my point of view at the time: this might be a once-in a lifetime buffet! When I got back home, Lord knows when I'd have another woman be with me. No way could I reasonably expect this kind of treatment back home. I was hooked on these ladies; they were like a drug. That is how alluring a woman can be. That is how absolutely outstanding a woman can be. That is why I continue to try to pursue women.

Both women said sad good-byes. Both asked me to come back again soon. I think the opportunity for me to have gotten back with either of these women has since closed, however. Maybe it's better this way. The good feelings and sweet memories remain intact. Neither of them had a chance to suddenly turn evil on me.

Post-Script:

It's early August. I arrive in Los Angeles International Airport. I get my passport stamped and walk through the LAX terminal to reach my connecting flight. I'm disoriented by jet-lag and somewhat overwhelmed by the crowd of people going through customs. I look around- Aigh! Harpies! I jerked-back in shock. The women around here looked decidedly less attractive than when I passed through only two months before. Eeyew. Two months ago, they looked hot and flavorful; now they just looked insipid and bland. In fact, they looked downright dreadful. I rub my fists in my eyes, just to make sure I'm not hallucinating. I shake my head and take another look. Nope, they look like Gorgons! I wanna retreat to the plane I flew-in on and go right back! I envisioned myself pounding on the door of the airplane as it pulls away from the gate, shouting 'let me in!!' I suddenly wonder if I'm not wasting my time in the wrong country?

A thirtysomething woman suddenly runs-into me. "Watch it, jerk!" She sneers. I am painfully re-grounded in reality.

"Yup," I sighed, "...back to crapola."

In the U.S., guys in soap operas or male models appear to be the measuring stick by which women secretly compare and grade men. I think Jianglin is going to be my secret measuring stick from now on. She'll be the 9.9 benchmark.

So far, not one American chick has come close to that.

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No mind-games or heartless tricks; but now skip to Number Six...

"Women have always known how men need love, and how they deny this need." -- Shulamith Firestone (emphasis mine)

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