This is actually my first time posting here. In fact, I got an account just to post this one story that happened to me a few days ago.
First of all, I just want to say that I hope that I will receive constructive advice or comments. If I wanted trash talk I would of just talked to some friends in L.A., whom I am sure will be prejudiced enough to give me a good verbal beating.
This happened to me while I was in Hong Kong, as I had to apply for my China visa there in order to, well, get into the China. While I was in Hong Kong, I stayed at this place called Chungkeng Mansions, which is a rather rundown building that provides lodging at dirt-cheat rapes, a rather appealing option for college students like myself. While I was waiting for my China visa to come through, I met this girl from the Philippines. Being a guy, my first impression was that she was really pretty and had a nice bod (5'8" slim, if that helps with the mental picture). I talked to her some during the day and went out later to do some sightseeing on my own. Later that night, we talked some more and I told her that I was gonna go out some more, being the good tourist I am. After a brief conversation she decided that she would like to come along. I was thrilled. Not only because I was traveling alone but also that it happened to be such a beautiful girl. We had a great conversation and the whole atmosphere just felt right. She was down to earth and unpretentious, despite her appearance that could probably get her a photo in some teen magazine. I might not be the most experienced dater, but I know a good thing when it comes along. For the latter half of the night, I was in love. We went back to our hostel and even talked on the staircase for an hour. Later we got back to our room and she took a shower while I lay in bed desperately hoping that was not the end, as we were both leaving Hong Kong the next day. When I heard her ask me whether I was sleeping or not I felt so happy I just might suffocate. She was sitting on her bed, looking out the window, and I asked her if I could sit with her and watch the view. Starting here is where I might be treading dangerous waters with the forum administrator, so I'll try to keep it child-friendly. Anyway, we made out and a bit more. After a while she asked me, "You know that I'm a girl, right?" At that moment, all the notions of love and happiness was instantly replaced by a chilling fear slowly making its way up my spine, my eyes widened reaveling true horror in them. Just as she finished the sentence I knew what she must mean. To make it simple, I found out with some less honorable method that she was, in fact, not a girl. I was broken. My mind was blank. I'm quite sure I sat there in shock for a few minutes before I finally came back to my senses. She asked me not to be angry with her, or him, I suppose. I think that she really liked me and was really hoping that I could accept her for who or what she was. I told her I wasn't angry with her but that I couldn't go on nonetheless. My plan of getting up early and bidding her farewell went out the window and all I could think of was getting a good night's rest. The next day I deleted all the photos I've taken with her, except for two of her drawings. Over the past few days I couldn't get her out of my mind. I keep replaying that night and still can't find anything out of the ordinary. All I knew was that it was a perfect night. I still keep imagining how things would be now if she was just a normal girl.
I realise that this is a rather disturbing story, and if I heard it from someone else I would probably a bit appauled myself. I just hope that you will be able to see things from my point of view with an open mind.
Hopefully I didn't bore you with how long and boring my writing is, I just had to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening.