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This is the timeline of me, the average Asian babe - petite stature, average face (cute in American standards, but nothing special in Asia), great smile, C cups, BWH - 36-26-38, somewhat muscular but could lose 8 more pounds of fat, an engineer and artist with a tenacious heart that desires purpose, passion and meaning in this life...Anyways:
Origin
My father was once a monk, then a priest until he met a SHB - my mother. They were both immigrants. She was the kind of beauty in school whom all the boys wrote love letters about, and several at a time would follow her on their bicycles just to watch her get home safe. After about 24 years of marriage and several children later, they got divorced. My father was caught cheating - emotionally at least. He was writing letters to a woman he claimed was his "cousin", but my mother eventually found the letters and they were definitely anything but platonic.
After they divorced, a man spotted my mother walking in the mall while he was stationed in the area. He kind of followed her and found out she worked at a salon, decided to get a haircut there and specifically requested her. They started dating and later married within a year and he became my step father. Then we all moved out of state along with some of my brothers. My father later remarried a different woman who couldn't hold a candle to my mother. He developed a gambling problem partially due to that woman's influence. It got so bad that he had to drain my college savings account to stay afloat..
Childhood
I was conditioned to not care too much about boys growing up, only to focus on my studies, sports, art, and occasionally friends, anime and videogames. I grew up in a predominantly white suburb. Quite a few classmates made fun of my Asian looks. My parents were extremely strict and protective of me as I was the only daughter, keeping me in a private school bubble until college and sheltering me while they were far more lenient of my older brothers who went to public schools and brought different girls home every weekend. My brothers later settled down, got married/engaged, and had children. And they had successful careers and good attitudes I looked up to.
Eventually I blossomed into a decent looking woman, and those same boys who once made fun of my eyes started noticing me. Funnily enough, two of them mostly date Asians now and one of them is married to one.
Losing my Virginity
It all started my senior year of high school. I met a guy through my family's church youth group who was 4 years older than me. A handsome football/rugby player others said resembled a young Matt Damon and his step father was a navy chaplain. My parents didn't allow me to date till my senior year. Even then, we weren't allowed to sleep in the same room when he was over. But of course, we found ways to sneak in intimacy.
He was already half a virgin when we met. His last ex was also Vietnamese like me and it was obvious he had an affinity towards Asian girls. After a month of attending this youth group, we naturally grew very close through subtle kino and emotional connection. Our first date was ice skating - he wasn't a great kisser although he was my first kiss. After 2 weeks, we made it official.
We were supposed to wait till marriage to have sex but we know how that can go - we did everything except intercourse. After 7 months of dating, we lost our virginity to each other when we had some time home alone. 2 pumps and he was done. I'd watched porn but I didn't know what to expect for my first time. It was underwhelming and a bit awkward. Eventually with more experience and advice he had taken from his more experienced friend - a coast guard/fraternity boy, the sex got better. And we started doing anal.
But I wasn't so sure his friend was a great influence for him, or me. He took us and my lady friends to MIT frat parties. He dared me to make out with my friends - which wasn't so bad. They said I was good kisser. But slowly I felt like I was being corrupted, and at the same time broadening my horizons.
College
When I was a freshman, an ROTC student in my classes and labs seemed to take a liking to me. He was quite handsome and funny but I was a good girl, and still very loyal to my youth group sweetheart. It seemed friendly for a while, but he kept sitting next to me in every lecture. Then asked to study with me in the library rooms. But there was tension - both awkward and sexual. Then he finally admitted one day that he and his friend were talking about me and said "You have the finest Asian body we've ever seen.." I laughed out of flattery, and kind of dismissed it. He kept persisting with kino every study session and one time he placed his hand on my thigh. He was 10 years older than me, so I felt slightly uncomfortable. Then one day he told me he thought about how I'd look naked. That's when I drew the boundary and distanced myself from him. I don't care if he looks like Captain America, he had a gorgeous SHB girlfriend as his laptop wallpaper he said he was dating for 4 years...Why risk it for the freshman? He was chasing novelty and looking to satiate an insatiable desire.
After a few years of dating my youth group sweetheart, I broke up with him. And I felt terrible about it. He said he wanted to marry me and dreamed of having children with me. It was a relatively good first relationship, but I knew I was outgrowing him. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed either but he was a kind man. However, he started drinking more and got high more often and I wasn't a big fan of getting hammered with him or his friends. He also got weirdly jealous whenever another guy would make me laugh - he even said "If he's so funny, why don't you just marry him?" Like what the hell, who says that? His insecurity turned me off so much.
Then I met a man who would eventually become my next boyfriend. He was a bit of a player - he joined the Asian culture club mainly to meet cute Asians. I was the first one he was keenly interested in because of my physique. He was very good looking, charismatic, smart and outgoing - a transfer student from a prominent engineering school. He had already been with well over 30 girls by the time he met me, who had a body count of 1. He was the type of guy who would make out with random girls in the club whenever he liked. I was the girl who preferred staying at home, or going to the library, gym, biking outside or exploring downtowns.
We started off as friends with benefits, preferring to keep it casual for a while but I obviously grew attached to him. But one day, he decided to go for another girl who later kind of ruined him through physical and verbal abuse. They dated on and off for a year-ish, and during their off phases, he would go back to playing with me. I felt like the backup/background girl. It didn't feel great but I really cared about him and chose to wait around and be there for his emotional support because I had sensed something was off/bad about that girl. One day, when he finally decided to break things off with her for good (after she destroyed one of his expensive things), she starved herself, stalked and begged him to get back together. The situation got so bad that the campus police had to escort her off campus. She was suspended, went to court and this delayed her graduation.
This was a heavy situation so I wasn't immediately comfortable getting into a serious relationship with him. He said he loved me, and that he should've chosen me all along because I was always kind, patient and caring with him. I took some time away from him to explore my sexuality for a bit. I slept with a math major/gymnast, and then a neuroscience PhD student/lab instructor. But my mind and my heart kept going back to him. So when we got together again, we made it official and met each other's parents.
Post-College
..To Be Continued..
Origin
My father was once a monk, then a priest until he met a SHB - my mother. They were both immigrants. She was the kind of beauty in school whom all the boys wrote love letters about, and several at a time would follow her on their bicycles just to watch her get home safe. After about 24 years of marriage and several children later, they got divorced. My father was caught cheating - emotionally at least. He was writing letters to a woman he claimed was his "cousin", but my mother eventually found the letters and they were definitely anything but platonic.
After they divorced, a man spotted my mother walking in the mall while he was stationed in the area. He kind of followed her and found out she worked at a salon, decided to get a haircut there and specifically requested her. They started dating and later married within a year and he became my step father. Then we all moved out of state along with some of my brothers. My father later remarried a different woman who couldn't hold a candle to my mother. He developed a gambling problem partially due to that woman's influence. It got so bad that he had to drain my college savings account to stay afloat..
Childhood
I was conditioned to not care too much about boys growing up, only to focus on my studies, sports, art, and occasionally friends, anime and videogames. I grew up in a predominantly white suburb. Quite a few classmates made fun of my Asian looks. My parents were extremely strict and protective of me as I was the only daughter, keeping me in a private school bubble until college and sheltering me while they were far more lenient of my older brothers who went to public schools and brought different girls home every weekend. My brothers later settled down, got married/engaged, and had children. And they had successful careers and good attitudes I looked up to.
Eventually I blossomed into a decent looking woman, and those same boys who once made fun of my eyes started noticing me. Funnily enough, two of them mostly date Asians now and one of them is married to one.
Losing my Virginity
It all started my senior year of high school. I met a guy through my family's church youth group who was 4 years older than me. A handsome football/rugby player others said resembled a young Matt Damon and his step father was a navy chaplain. My parents didn't allow me to date till my senior year. Even then, we weren't allowed to sleep in the same room when he was over. But of course, we found ways to sneak in intimacy.
He was already half a virgin when we met. His last ex was also Vietnamese like me and it was obvious he had an affinity towards Asian girls. After a month of attending this youth group, we naturally grew very close through subtle kino and emotional connection. Our first date was ice skating - he wasn't a great kisser although he was my first kiss. After 2 weeks, we made it official.
We were supposed to wait till marriage to have sex but we know how that can go - we did everything except intercourse. After 7 months of dating, we lost our virginity to each other when we had some time home alone. 2 pumps and he was done. I'd watched porn but I didn't know what to expect for my first time. It was underwhelming and a bit awkward. Eventually with more experience and advice he had taken from his more experienced friend - a coast guard/fraternity boy, the sex got better. And we started doing anal.
But I wasn't so sure his friend was a great influence for him, or me. He took us and my lady friends to MIT frat parties. He dared me to make out with my friends - which wasn't so bad. They said I was good kisser. But slowly I felt like I was being corrupted, and at the same time broadening my horizons.
College
When I was a freshman, an ROTC student in my classes and labs seemed to take a liking to me. He was quite handsome and funny but I was a good girl, and still very loyal to my youth group sweetheart. It seemed friendly for a while, but he kept sitting next to me in every lecture. Then asked to study with me in the library rooms. But there was tension - both awkward and sexual. Then he finally admitted one day that he and his friend were talking about me and said "You have the finest Asian body we've ever seen.." I laughed out of flattery, and kind of dismissed it. He kept persisting with kino every study session and one time he placed his hand on my thigh. He was 10 years older than me, so I felt slightly uncomfortable. Then one day he told me he thought about how I'd look naked. That's when I drew the boundary and distanced myself from him. I don't care if he looks like Captain America, he had a gorgeous SHB girlfriend as his laptop wallpaper he said he was dating for 4 years...Why risk it for the freshman? He was chasing novelty and looking to satiate an insatiable desire.
After a few years of dating my youth group sweetheart, I broke up with him. And I felt terrible about it. He said he wanted to marry me and dreamed of having children with me. It was a relatively good first relationship, but I knew I was outgrowing him. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed either but he was a kind man. However, he started drinking more and got high more often and I wasn't a big fan of getting hammered with him or his friends. He also got weirdly jealous whenever another guy would make me laugh - he even said "If he's so funny, why don't you just marry him?" Like what the hell, who says that? His insecurity turned me off so much.
Then I met a man who would eventually become my next boyfriend. He was a bit of a player - he joined the Asian culture club mainly to meet cute Asians. I was the first one he was keenly interested in because of my physique. He was very good looking, charismatic, smart and outgoing - a transfer student from a prominent engineering school. He had already been with well over 30 girls by the time he met me, who had a body count of 1. He was the type of guy who would make out with random girls in the club whenever he liked. I was the girl who preferred staying at home, or going to the library, gym, biking outside or exploring downtowns.
We started off as friends with benefits, preferring to keep it casual for a while but I obviously grew attached to him. But one day, he decided to go for another girl who later kind of ruined him through physical and verbal abuse. They dated on and off for a year-ish, and during their off phases, he would go back to playing with me. I felt like the backup/background girl. It didn't feel great but I really cared about him and chose to wait around and be there for his emotional support because I had sensed something was off/bad about that girl. One day, when he finally decided to break things off with her for good (after she destroyed one of his expensive things), she starved herself, stalked and begged him to get back together. The situation got so bad that the campus police had to escort her off campus. She was suspended, went to court and this delayed her graduation.
This was a heavy situation so I wasn't immediately comfortable getting into a serious relationship with him. He said he loved me, and that he should've chosen me all along because I was always kind, patient and caring with him. I took some time away from him to explore my sexuality for a bit. I slept with a math major/gymnast, and then a neuroscience PhD student/lab instructor. But my mind and my heart kept going back to him. So when we got together again, we made it official and met each other's parents.
Post-College
..To Be Continued..
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Otherwise, I don't travel much, which is usually when I find more opportunities. The last girl I kissed - a hot latina babe had a boyfriend but he didn't approve of anything further than kissing her haha.
But I should've given it to D20 before we parted. Just wasn't sure if that would be the last time I'd see him.