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[robby]

Sometimes I just want to sit down and cry hard, how come that I am broke and broken enough yet God keep sending me broken people need to be fixed. I do not want to be strong, I want to be hold like a baby and get some sturdy man to rock me to sleep.


She's lost 25 lbs since coming from Taipei, out of horror from seeing all the "keg bellies' walking around in San Francisco. You can't have blue balls. She won't take off her clothes, even if you ask her for 7 hours. She watches the Simpsons, but even I don't get the reference to beaver rings. I like her, and I'm going to write to her.

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Part 2

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I know time will fade everything. My friends told me I would not be so sad gradually through the past of time and they told me I still have many other friends who love me.

And I hate that.

I hate that he simply terminated our interactions like that. We met at the time when an American American man, a MIT, kept telling me that no decent educated men would like to consider me as their mate, and he told me that I could not kiss him because I used up the quota while he kissed me at any time he wanted. To be honest, all MITs (at least 6) I met gave me negative impressions about them by far.

My deceased friend told me that I am the smartest and the most beautiful woman he ever met in his life while my SF MIT friend was hurting me. Each time my SF MIT hurt me, I had to wait till my friend came back from I don't know where and listened to how much he liked me. But my SF MIT didn't really hurt me. He was not really mean. He told me the truth. It is perfectly true that no decent-educated American men would consider me as a mate. Lots of them disappeared right after I wrote to them I just moved here from Taipei for few months and I couldn't speak or understand English well. No matter where they got their schooling: Stanford, Harvard, MIT, or some other schools I don't remember the names; they simply cared if they could fuck me shortly after we met and left quickly after they figured out they couldn't get a cheap whore. They cared nothing about my life, feelings and thoughts.

On the contrary of them, my deceased friend told me that he would not do anything against my wishes and he would respect my wishes. And he was simply happy each time when he saw me. He would talk to me about his boat engines, his daughter and son, his old plane, the view of Sanford from his house, etc...