Chinese match.com
one of the most pressing stories that I want to tell is one involving the Chinese equivalent of match.com website called 2redbeans.com
2redbeans came out of a Tang-dynasty (618 common era to 907 common era) poem in which these red beans (of the edible type) were used as a token of romantic love between men and women (not sure if the beans were also placed into pussies to aid female masturbation). the name now got coopted to a Chinese online dating website geared mostly after Chinese expats living outside of china.
so this story goes that my dad, who is desperate in his quest for the dream daughter-in-law, goes to the next chapter of his quest: taking it to a whole other level by doing, gasp, online dating! (imagine that he'd never taken it to the online dating level for the past 4 years due to his unfamiliarity with online dating).
So i'm about to show you the "Chinese-style" online dating: my dad registers an account, in my name, on 2redbeans. my dad then found an eligible bachelorette, but, unbeknownst to my dad, the account of the eligible bachelorette, despite being registered in her name and having her profile photo, was, in reality, registered by her mother and controlled by her mother. (my dad, being the lazy man that he is, has skipped the profile photo entirely and chose also not to input any other personal information that would be required on most other online dating profiles).
so for the entire first 2 months in which many a missive were exchanged between, supposedly, "the daughter" and "me", in reality it was my dad who was hitting on her mother while pretending to be me and her respectively! How's that for a reality TV-show!
at this time I still have not learned enough from my first failed parentally-arranged relationship, so was still wanting to get in the daughter's pants as quickly as possible as a way to satisfy my pent-up libido and also as a way of tantrum against what I perceive to be the grievous injustices inflicted on me by my parents through these parentally-arranged relationships. I only held it together for our first date [which was a dinner], and starting second date I started to NOT keep my hands to myself. I tried to fumble her breasts and cleavage, she was initially mildly resistant, in a playful way, as to tease me into doing more acts of sexualness. and then by our fifth or sixth dates we were French kissing and I was fully fondling her breasts.
a month into relationship would find myself going to her place of residence,
2redbeans came out of a Tang-dynasty (618 common era to 907 common era) poem in which these red beans (of the edible type) were used as a token of romantic love between men and women (not sure if the beans were also placed into pussies to aid female masturbation). the name now got coopted to a Chinese online dating website geared mostly after Chinese expats living outside of china.
so this story goes that my dad, who is desperate in his quest for the dream daughter-in-law, goes to the next chapter of his quest: taking it to a whole other level by doing, gasp, online dating! (imagine that he'd never taken it to the online dating level for the past 4 years due to his unfamiliarity with online dating).
So i'm about to show you the "Chinese-style" online dating: my dad registers an account, in my name, on 2redbeans. my dad then found an eligible bachelorette, but, unbeknownst to my dad, the account of the eligible bachelorette, despite being registered in her name and having her profile photo, was, in reality, registered by her mother and controlled by her mother. (my dad, being the lazy man that he is, has skipped the profile photo entirely and chose also not to input any other personal information that would be required on most other online dating profiles).
so for the entire first 2 months in which many a missive were exchanged between, supposedly, "the daughter" and "me", in reality it was my dad who was hitting on her mother while pretending to be me and her respectively! How's that for a reality TV-show!
at this time I still have not learned enough from my first failed parentally-arranged relationship, so was still wanting to get in the daughter's pants as quickly as possible as a way to satisfy my pent-up libido and also as a way of tantrum against what I perceive to be the grievous injustices inflicted on me by my parents through these parentally-arranged relationships. I only held it together for our first date [which was a dinner], and starting second date I started to NOT keep my hands to myself. I tried to fumble her breasts and cleavage, she was initially mildly resistant, in a playful way, as to tease me into doing more acts of sexualness. and then by our fifth or sixth dates we were French kissing and I was fully fondling her breasts.
a month into relationship would find myself going to her place of residence,
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