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教博客记述玩弄中国女性 教授发起网络通缉令
http://news.tom.com 2006年08月31日 08时04分来源:东方网
“我已将这个流氓外教的事情转发给我的朋友，并贴到校友录的留言板上。”“希望更多的人加入到这次声讨中，追查这个外教”……日前，一个网名叫Chinabounder的“英国人”发表的“sexandshanghai/欲望上海”的博客在白领和大学生间掀起了一场不小的风暴，一个自称在上海某大学任外教的博主，在博客里用赤裸裸的语言详细描述自己如何利用“外国人”的身份，玩弄中国女学生的肉体和感情，并多次嘲讽中国男人“愚蠢无能”。该博客引起了大量网友的愤慨，一个分阶段大规模“追查行动计划”已在网上广泛流传并已开始付诸实施。
■网友行动
关注度急增网友争相发帖谴责
讨伐行动的发起人是上海社会科学院社会学所心理学教授张结海。几天前，他在自己的博客上发表了一篇《网络追逐流氓老外大行动》的文章 ，号召大家一起行动起来，将这个外国流氓清扫出中国。博客中提出了详细的分阶段行动计划：第一阶段从即日起至9月上旬，请各位网友把其文章通过电子邮件发给所有朋友，然后要求朋友继续发给他（她）的所有朋友，再通过论坛、博客等多种方式传播出去，并在上海所有高校的BBS上张贴；第二阶段从9月上旬到9月中旬，让媒体和有关部门关注此事件。
张结海的目标是：“在国庆节之前把他逐出中国！”此篇博客一出，便被天涯、奇虎、西祠等论坛的网友疯狂转帖，对该流氓外教的行为表示了极大的愤慨，表示一定要通过网络的力量“把他揪出来”,不少网友包括在校大学生都已加入了这个“追逐行动”。在上海理工大学的BBS上，三天内近70名同学对此表示关注，除了强烈谴责该外教的行为外，也有同学呼吁“中国女性应该自尊自爱”。
在某外企工作的吴先生在收到朋友发来的相关邮件后，一口气转发了MSN上的所有朋友，“我相信互联网的力量。”吴先生告诉记者，前阶段被媒体集中曝光的“虐猫事件”，他也积极转发了很多朋友，“如今，网络舆论已经不仅仅局限于网上，而是直接延伸和投射到现实生活之中，演变为一场道德讨伐的群体事件。网友们自发发起的‘网络追杀令’已在现实生活中将当事人推向了社会的重重压力之下。”吴先生自豪地表示，虐猫“凶手”最终被找出，“有我们每个网友的力量”。
截至昨天下午6点，在天涯、奇虎、ppstream等多个论坛上，记者都发现了热议该事件的数百个帖子，不少热心网友还提供了关于此外教的一些线索，有匿名网友表示该外教曾出现在某大学博学楼和天平宾馆某房间，还有网友于昨天下午6点多钟在天涯论坛上发帖，公布据称是该外教的照片，并表示其在上海某知名英语培训机构执教，真名叫DavidMarriott。截至记者发稿前，论坛里的帖子数量还在上升。
前天上午，记者曾进入该外教的博客，并给其留言，希望能够寻找到他本人，但前天下午，该博客已设置了权限，无法再进入。相关人士给记者提供了该外教的MSN，记者加入后也没有得到本人的批准。
■网站表态
如内容违法网站会关掉该博客
由于该外教的博客开在google网站上，昨天下午，记者联系了google中国区市场部，相关负责人表示，由于google的博客产品是开放的，因此任何人都可以无偿使用，在接到记者的电话后，google市场部负责人按照记者提供的该外教博客地址，试图进入其博客，但因为其本人设置了权限，因此无法进入。
但该负责人表示，该外教在博客发表的内容及他设置的权限，均与google无关，在整个事件中，google都没有参与。至于有人质疑网站是否应该关掉发表不健康言论的博客时，他表示，网站本身无权给博客定论，如果司法机关认定其内容违法，网站会关掉该博客。
■专家评点
舆论代表集体良知但不能过激
复旦大学教授顾晓鸣在接受记者的采访时表示：在网络中，对情色等的看法比较自由，会形成公众舆论。网络作为某种集体意志的体现，代表了集体理性和集体良知，有着强大的力量。“不管这个‘流氓外教’是否确有其人，但在博客上宣扬的玩弄女性的情绪的确应该受到谴责。”
尽管对网友的观点表示了支持，但顾晓鸣还是提醒网友们，不能把这种良知转换成了过激的行为和言论，“洋人中有这类灰色人群，但也有高雅人士。”他表示，大家要看到事物的真相，不要进行无限夸大，甚至上升为一种冲突。
■事件回放
博客中出现淫秽、肮脏语言
从今年5月开始，Chinabounder开设了“SexandShanghai/欲望上海”的博客，第一篇博客“WhiteguysinChina”（白种佬在中国）便开宗明义：“本人嘛，既不老也不肥，高而瘦，狗年生的。长相嘛，狗屎，在英国老家不值一提，不过在这儿呢？在这儿嘛我可混得不赖啊，打着正经英国绅士的招牌出来混可是有不少好处的。”
在接下来的几个月内，这个自称在上海某大学任教的老外在网上发了大量玩弄他班里女生肉体和感情的文章：“喏，你瞧，这个星期六我和Star在一起，星期天和Yingying在一起。在这期间，我还和Cherry在MSN上保持联系，并通过手机短信挑逗。Susan我给她发了一封调情的电邮，并通过Wendy的博客向她求爱……那些我必须要停顿一秒钟想一下才能记起名字的情人。像Yan,Lulu，还有其他我确定存在，但是已经下沉到我记忆的表面之下的情人们。”
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最新进展
我们查到这位垃圾的一个最新留言。从留言的时间上判定，他很可能已经不在中国。
作出这个判断的人是一位在国外从事IT业的郑先生。
一位美国朋友分析其语言习惯，可以肯定他不是一个英国人。
作出这个判断的是美国的Ms. Ross，她说他肯定不是英国人。
我们已经有百分之百的把握认定他不是英国人。
亲爱的各位网友，不，各位同胞们：
今天我怀着无比愤怒的心情告诉大家一个外国流氓的故事，并号召各位国人同胞一起行动起来，将这个外国流氓清扫出中国。
事情的经过是这样的：几天前，一位网友告诉了我一个在上海的英国人的博克。我看了以后震惊、气愤、恶心……，看了他的博克之后，我只有一个念头：是可忍，孰不可忍？一定要把这个垃圾找出来，把他赶出中国！！！
他在博克里，用极其淫秽、肮脏的语言记录了他－－一个在上海的外教－－利用教师的身份，在上海玩弄中国女人的过程，而这些中国女人大部分竟然是他的学生；与此同时，他又极尽所能侮辱、诋毁、歪曲中国政府和中国男性。
他在博克的一开始是这样描述他在上海的生活的：“所以，你们看，这个星期六我和Star在一起，星期天我和Yingying在一起。中间我通过MSN和Cherry联系，打一个电话给Rina，用SMS挑逗Tulip。Suasn我给她发了一封Email调情，并通过Wendy的博客向她求爱。”
这个垃圾在博克里公开宣称，他纯粹只是为了玩弄这些中国女学生。他说，“我们不谈爱，不谈婚姻，甚至不谈住在一起”他竟然有一次厚颜无耻地说，“我已经厌倦了她，X（女性生殖器）是X，我留着她只是为了以后再玩弄她。”
这位垃圾的拿手好戏是，用及其淫秽、黄色的语言描绘中国女性的身体和他们做爱的过程。比如，“我亲爱的婷婷，你有一个极好的、漂亮的身体；我无法停止想念你漂亮的皮肤，你可爱、光滑、柔软的乳房，你性感、光滑、精致的小腹，你甜美、优雅的大腿和手臂……哦，当然，在你的两腿之间，你是多么的漂亮，多么的性感，多么的完美！
这位垃圾还极度自恋。在他的笔下，所有的中国女人还都在第一次脱衣服之前自惭形秽地说“我的乳房太小”，而当他脱了裤子之后，中国女人又都惊叹道：“你的鸡把真大！”哪怕这个女的是一个处女、这是她的第一次也不例外。
婷婷是一个已婚妇女，这个垃圾在描写他玩弄婷婷的过程中，时时不忘讽刺挖苦婷婷的丈夫、然后又指所有的中国男人不能满足中国女人。
中国男人在他的笔下，除了性能力低下之外，简直就是丑陋无比。一次他连用了三个dull（呆滞的）来形容中国男人（Chinese men are dull, dull, dull.）。他说，中国女人通常能听懂他的恭维。但是，中国男人通常不懂（China Man（请注意Chinaman是对中国人的歧视性称呼）, generally, is not）。
他举例说，他对上海女人说，我一看就知道你是上海人。这个上海女人就会理解这是一句恭维的话，表明这个女人外表很时尚、很现代。可是，有一次在课堂上，他对一个男学生说“你是上海人吗？”，这个学生竟然反问他，你是怎么看出来的。于是，他下结论说：“这表明中国男人是怎样的一条感觉迟钝的、缺乏想象的鱼。（This goes to show what a stolid and unimaginative fish China Man（请注意，他再一次用歧视色彩的词来称呼中国男人）can be.）”
从这里也可以看出这个垃圾的无知。中国人都知道，对一个上海男人说他像上海人不是恭维他。恰恰相反，只有说他不像上海人才有可能是恭维。
无知却丝毫不妨碍他信口雌黄。他说，“所有中国的不幸都怪在别人头上。中国总要找一个人来责备。从国家主席到普通民众都是这样。中国人，总的来说，对自己的社会一无所知，也完全没有兴趣去了解。”
太可笑了！真是太可笑了！
让我忍无可忍的是，这个垃圾在中国的课堂上肆意诋毁中国人的民族感情，公开散布分裂中国的言论。
众所周知，就在这个月的15日，日本首相小泉再一次参拜敬国神社。自然又一次激起中国及广大的亚洲国家的强烈反对。可是，这个垃圾在8月17日的博克上公然诋毁中国人民的民族感情！
他说，“我能理解他们（指中国学生）的祖辈的愤怒。但是，他们，他们又从来没有被日本伤害过。他提到一次在同济大学上课，他问一位学生“都已经过去60年了，你们为什么还如此愤怒？” 他说，一方面这是中国政府在操纵人民感情的结果；另一方面，他又说，“中国热爱它的痛苦；他们和他们的痛苦跳舞浪漫”
全世界的人都公认，德国在战争反省的问题上，要比日本好得多。可是，我的一位美国教授朋友、犹太人，不使用德国的任何产品。60年过去了，试问，他为什么也如此不能释怀呢？难道这也是美国政府对他感情操纵的结果？！
我曾经在《中国人的两大致命缺点》一文中高度评价了以色列人不惜一切代价“千里追纳粹”，并将他们最终送上以色人自己的绞架的行为。一个小国尚且能够如此，堂堂的中国又做过什么？如果中国人能够向以色列人对待纳粹那样对待日本军国主义分子，日本人想必早就向我们道歉了，也绝对不敢再去参拜什么靖国神社了。
就是这样，这个垃圾还觉得中国人做得太过分。这个垃圾似乎忘了：他的祖国曾经也在纳粹的铁蹄下呻吟过。
因此，我在这里郑重地呼吁：向以色列人学习，同胞们行动起来，把我们这次“网络追逐垃圾老外的大行动”进行到底，直至把他赶出中国。
他竟然在课堂上公开从事分裂中国的活动。比如，他有一次问一位新疆的学生“新疆真的应该是中国的一部分？”同时，他无数次告诉学生，台湾根本就是一个独立的国家。
一本对中国女人、中国男人的生动教材
可是，反过来，我又不得不说，我是如此地感谢这个垃圾、感谢这个垃圾如此直率地把他的经历、想法写出来。这对中国女人、同时也对中国男人来说，是一本多么生动、难得的教材啊!
他对送上门给他玩弄、让他满足性欲的中国女人是怎样评价的呢？他说，“这些女孩都是容易女孩，这个星球上90%的男人都会去占她们的便宜。
有一位网友质问他，你这样占那些天真的中国女孩的便宜，你不觉得恶心吗？他回答说，“当然，这是恶心的。但是对我来说这是很有趣的，而且对像我这样成千上万的白人男性来说是很有趣的。”
他直言不讳地说，他把中国当成乐土。他说，“我也想到这些人－－比如像我－－过的这种腐朽的生活，但不是大错。我们把这里当作乐土。”
为了说明外国男人玩弄中国女人的现象多么普遍，他还举例说，有一次在一家饭店吃饭。他旁边一桌有几个外国男人在吃饭。他就无意听到其中的一个男人在向别人吹嘘，他玩过多少中国女人，而且他怎样同时玩三个。
他幸灾乐祸地说，“这里对西方女性来说很难。像我这样的人就连看也不看西方女人一眼。我们对她们视而不见，她们不存在。”
为什么呢？他解释说有两方面的原因。第一，因为西方女人太聪明、太有头脑，她们根本不吃我们那些胡说八道的一套。她们太了解我们是些什么货色了。第二，就是性。中国女人就是要比西方女人更惹火、更风骚。
如此毫不加掩盖、露骨的心灵直白、太令人震惊了！中国女人，你们都听到了吗？
作为一个学者，作为一个男人，我一直在毫不留情、直言不讳、一针见血地批评中国男性，因为我自己是其中一员。可是，面对包含我们的母亲、妻子、姐妹和女儿在内的中国女性时，我一直手下留情。
可是今天，当我看完这个垃圾的博克之后，我实在忍不住要问那些中国女人一句：“你们到底怎么了？”
我知道，你们许多人其实并不了解国外，不了解外国男人中有这样的垃圾存在。这中间，只有一个女孩，因为听这个垃圾偶尔提到自己有个博客，又怀疑他同时和许多女人交往，于是通过网络搜索到了这个博客，读到原来自己和这个外国人做爱的细节已经在网上被公之于众，并且知道了这个外国人根本不爱她。但是其他女人对此仍然一无所知。
我能理解，有些中国女人是为了钱、有些人是为出国。可是，女同胞们，请你们在和外国人交往时时刻记住这样一句话：你愿意成为一个黄色博克的女主角吗？
不要被别人玩弄了身体，再玩弄了尊严。
我也有话要跟中国的大老爷们说：想想那些垃圾老外，玩弄了你们的姐妹、嘲笑了你们的无能。你还要说什么外事无小事？，你还要把老外当回事？你还要见着老外哆哆嗦嗦了？挺直你的脊梁骨吧。
这是何等的奇耻大辱！
不要让外教成为垃圾老外的藏“龙”卧“虎”之地
今天的中国人到底怎么了？把英语抬得这么高。华东师范大学的钟教授介绍说，有些中国的中小学竟然要求学生用英语唱中华人民共和国国歌。
这样的民意，客观上形成了对外教的巨大需求。正是由于存在巨大的需求缺口，许多教育部门、机构对外教的要求很低，甚至没有要求，只要是外国人就行。由于门槛低，吸引了大批在本国混不下去的垃圾。
这个垃圾自己就在博克里承认“外教是任何一个没有能力或者不原因做其他工作的西方人的都可以做的工作。在中国，有许多不错的、关心学生的外教，也有大量像我这样的（垃圾）”。
在西方国家，教师是一个非常受人尊敬的职业，尤其是大学教师更是如此。那绝对不是什么人都做的。所以，许多不了解内情的外国人对此非常奇怪，一个在本国找不到工作、混不下去的垃圾为什么一到中国就能成为老师、甚至成为大学老师，中国到底是一个什么国家？
尤其是这个垃圾，竟然从事灵魂工程师、而且是我们的时代骄子的灵魂工程师？！
我是做心理学研究的，这个垃圾，不厌其烦、不辞辛劳地把这些床第之事写出来，只有一个原因，他是心理是变态的。试问，这样的变态狂，怎么能做老师？而且是他自称是大学老师，是复旦、交大、同济、上外的老师。
他玩弄的中国女性都是他的学生。在国外，老师和学生之间的这个关系是绝对禁止的。可是，这个垃圾利用教师的身份，对此骗起涉是未深的女学生。试问，这样的禽兽，怎么能做老师？
他肆意散布分裂中国的言行，他诋毁中国人的民族感情。他说中国男人性无能、都是一个模子刻出来、都木纳无比，他说中国人对自己的社会、历史一无所知。试问，这样的自大狂，怎么能做老师？
我们的有关部门也真该来管一管！
我们怎样才能把这个垃圾赶出中国？
已经有很多国人同胞、男的女的、国内的国外的到他的博克上反驳他、指责他。但是，我可以告诉大家，对于这样的变态狂，你越是理睬他，他反倒越是来劲。只有一个做法。把他赶出去。同胞们，我们不能再让过“中国的大学供他生活，中国的女人供他满足，中国的男人供他消遣”的生活了。
我们的行动方案如下：要把这个垃圾赶出中国，具体工作必须要由上海的有关部门来进行。而要有关部门来关注此事，必须有媒体的介入。而我的媒体的朋友告诉，媒体介入需要一个新闻“由头”。所以第一步，我们要在网络上造势、形成一个事件，以便报纸、电视这些传统媒体关注此事有一个“由头”。为此，
第一阶段（从即日起－九月上旬）
在这个阶段，请各位网友同胞们把我这篇文章通过电子邮件发给你的所有朋友，然后要求你的朋友再发给他（她）的所有朋友。有研究发现，只要这样传播五次，就能让几乎每个有电脑的人都收到。再通过论坛、博克等多种方式传播出去，让尽可能多的人（尤其是中国女人）知道这件事。由于这件事发生在高校，请大家务必在上海所有高校的BBS上张贴。
只有让所有的中国女人知道这件事，才能起到真正的教育的作用。只有减少这样的中国女人，才能消灭这样丑陋的外国男人。否则，扫除着一个垃圾，又有无数个垃圾进来。
第二阶段（九月上旬－九月中旬）
让上海的、甚至全国性的平面媒体关注次事件，以便给上海相关部门施压。只要有足够的压力，我相信，就能把这个垃圾赶出中国。我的目标是，在国庆节之前把他逐出中国！
怎么找到他？
他在博克里提到了以下信息，有助于我们跟踪到这个垃圾。英国人，属狗，名字有可能是Brian。他自己说他在复旦、同济、上外、交大做外语老师。但是，他在交大工作的可能性最大。他习惯于在课程结束之后在黑板上写下自己MSN的Email地址，并鼓励大家（实际上是女学生）同他MSN联系。
他玩弄的第一个女性Tingting，已婚，医生，无锡人。Lucy是来自北方的富裕家庭。说她家花在狗身上的钱要远远多于给保姆的钱。Ceecee是上外英美文学专业的学生，上海人。
最有价值的线索是，他曾经和一个女生到天平宾馆开过房间。并且提到，那个房间没有窗户。大家知道，宾馆里极少有房间没有窗户（我就从来没有遇到过没有窗户的房间），但是，我到天平宾馆核实过，他们那里确实有没有窗户的房间。他和同一个女生两次到“博学楼”开房间。有一次的房间号码是418。他多次和不同女性到位于茂名路的日本餐厅“le garcon chinois”吃饭。
如果大家认识的外教中有符合这样条件的，如果有谁发现了有价值的线索，请立即到我的博克（http://blog.phoenixtv.com/user3/zhangjiehai/index.html）上留言，或者直接给我发Email（zhangjiehai20022002@yahoo.com）。
网友们，同胞们，如果你是有血性的中国男人，如果你是有尊严的中国女人，请你加入到这次“网络追缉垃圾老外大行动”中来！请大家立即行动起来！
我相信网络的力量，因为我相信我们中国人的力量！
“网络追逐流氓老外大行动”发起人：张结海 博士
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网络的力量真是巨大的。我更加有信心了。
目前，已有一家国内知名杂志得知此事之后，正在对“外教”的问题进行一次调查。我谢谢他们的关注！
目前，关注媒体还有：
香港《大公报》：http://www.takungpao.com/news/06/08/27/ZMTG-613854.htm
新加坡华人论坛： http://bbs.6bee.com/92325_r.html
西祠胡同： http://www.xici.net/b655590/d41799173.htm
天涯社区： http://www.tianya.cn/new/publicforum/Content.asp?strItem=free&flag=1&idArticle=780629
新西兰在线：http://www.nzchinese.net.nz/news.asp?p=529023
瑞典留学论坛：http://swebbs.net/read.php?tid-7106.html
中华网论坛：http://bbs.military.china.com/jsp/pub/staticFile/htmls/2006/8/1011/5066595_page0.html
在日生活网： http://www.chnjp.com/news/index.jsp?FileIdx=15315
魔界英伦：http://www.chinabbs.co.uk/bbs/viewthread.php?tid=17127
温哥华华人网：http://www.cachinese.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=forum&action=read&forum=30&id=11751&thread=8923
澳洲中文博克网：http://newyac.77free.com/?30/action_viewspace_itemid_362.html
新加坡狮城华人网：http://www.sgchinese.com/new/093730869.html
马里兰华人网：http://www.mdchinese.com/cgi-bin/dwz/a_dwz.pl?news=news_creaders_2006082521_1
奥中文网数字图书馆：http://www.gooday.com.au:81/liunews/onews.asp?id=4927
《环球时报》，外籍色狼混入东南亚校园：http://world.people.com.cn/GB/14549/4736137.html
综合目前来自世界各地网友的提供的信息如下：
网友beibei说：
i got his hotmail. and have chatted with him. i am chinese girl, i am so angrywith him, and he is really asshole.
the information i can give you all is he sais he has a gallary in nanjing, andhe works in nanjing now, if what he said is true. his gallary probably is modren chinese art. he is more than 40 but less 50, from uk.
hope what i said is useful
希望这位网友继续提供消息。
网友猛男方世玉说：
老张 根据我的分析,该外教可能是教雅时考试的. 我遇到过类似情况. 主要准备移民考雅时的中国女人都崇洋媚外,有的希望跟考官搞好关系,在口试中捞分(其实那种想法不现实),所以,跟老外套近乎. (我跟很多无锡的同学一起学过雅时,那个无锡的到上海学外语,应该就是准备靠雅时,准备移民). 你要找就找那些教雅时考试的外教,又是雅时考试口语考官.就有希望找到了. 祝你顺利.
我也觉得有点像。因为他博克里提到的许多学生请他帮忙填出国申请表格。当然，他只帮女学生。
网友FRANCO质疑：
“茂名路的日本餐厅“le garcon chinois””—光凭这一点，我想说至少你没有很好的做过调查，随便有点知识的人都会知道，这是家法国餐厅，您是博士，您居然会随口说它是日本餐厅？ 另外如果我没记错，这餐厅，在衡山路上。说话要有根据，不要动不动就用民族仇恨来博取点击率，愤青解决不了真问题。
看样子，网友FRANCO是住在上海。那就请你自己去茂名路看看，然后再告诉我们你看到了什么。Merci beaucoup.
网友中国农民骂道：
白痴，你有那个能耐要揪出他来还不容易？网络是虚幻的，IP是真实的。以IP一查不就知道了？你都博士级的人物了，不会连这都不懂吧？
这我就不明白了，既然如此简单，你为什么不去他的IP地址查出来告诉我们大家呢？
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请不要如此自以为是，好吗？
一家据说在海外有一定影响的网站（很显然是中国人主持）在转述这个事件的时候，未经任何调查，就下结论说什么，“这个博克者（指我）也许不是最亮的灯泡（指不是最聪明的人）（比如，他以为Le Garcon Chinois是一家日本餐厅！）（This particular Chinese blogger may not be the brightest lightbulb (for example, he thinks that Le Garçon Chinois is the name for a Japanese restaurant!)）”
一家日本餐厅为什么不能叫一个法国名字？一家日本餐厅为什么要叫一个法国名字？我不认为这是我应该回答的问题。
我所做的只是翻译了那个外国人的博克里相关内容。而且我的调查表明这是对的。
说上面这段的话人显然知道Le Garcon Chinois是法语，他（她）就自以为是地以为我不懂法语。为什么不先做调查？至少，为什么不先向我核实就匆忙下结论？（http://www.zonaeuropa.com/20060828_1.htm）
我之所以做“外国女人眼中的中国男人形象研究”、之所以关注这件事，最终目标是要让国人理性、自信起来。看看我博克里，有多少留言什么也不说，只有谩骂、说脏话？又有多少这样的自以为是的同胞？
遗憾的是，理解我一片良苦用心的国人同胞还太少、太少。
后记：该网站对它的上述错误已经做了更正。
我们查到这位垃圾的一个最新留言。从留言的时间上判定，他很可能已经不在中国。
作出这个判断的人是一位在国外从事IT业的郑先生。
一位美国朋友分析其语言习惯，可以肯定他不是一个英国人。
作出这个判断的是美国的Ms. Ross，她说他肯定不是英国人。
我们已经有百分之一百的把握认定他不是英国人。
因此，自然而然，也就排除了那个许多人怀疑的David Marriott的可能。
http://blog.phoenixtv.com/user3/zhangjiehai/index.html
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辱骂和恐吓决不是战斗——评上海教授逐…（独家）
点击（3032） 评论（10） 类别（第一评论） 发表于2006-09-01 17:56:32
我刚从九寨沟回来，就碰到两件热闹事。一件是向记者索赔3000万，我还没有开始评，原告就变成索赔1元了，没有必要再评。
另一件是上海教授在网上通缉流氓外教的事。关于这件事，我是有资格说几句的。所以想评一下。因为我曾作过两年外国留学生的中文老师，与90多个来自20多个国家的老外基本上是朝夕相处。不仅了解他们在中国的学习生活情况，也耳闻目睹了他们与中国女学生的交往，甚至还负责处理过他们与中国女学生的纠纷。所以，在中国勾引女学生不仅是外教，还有很多的外国留学生。而且这样的事，在上个世纪90年代就发生了。
我的意见是：要么我们不要愤怒，因为这就是很普通的恋情或者欺骗，只不过其中有一方是外国人。既然中国的男人可以婚外恋、养情人或者说勾引女学生，外国人为什么不行呢？
要么我们愤怒，那就是狮子的愤怒，而不是猩猩的愤怒。
大家都清楚，猩猩的愤怒，就是张牙舞爪、大喊大叫，然后就完了。如果不算完，就是自己把自己气死拉倒。因为猩猩是没有战斗力的。
什么是狮子的愤怒呢？狮子一怒不惊人，它往往是低吼一声，“开枪的不要”！然后就猛扑上去咬断猎物的脖子。
别误会，我的意思不是叫大家去把那个所谓的流氓外教杀了。完全没有必要。我的意思是：
要么我们不生气，要么我们生气就作为奋起的动力，而不是声嘶力竭地叫嚷一阵。
你身体不如别人强壮，你口袋的银子又不比别人多，你甚至衣服也穿得不得体可能上面还留有菜汤，你又不幽默也没有时间调情，你又没有长着蓝眼睛，你又不像别人说去玩买张飞机票就满世界飞，既有吹牛的谈资又有能带给那些女学生一点廉价的但是希奇古怪的玩意儿……
你怎么办？你只能叹气，你不能愤怒。
再说，你怎么就能肯定那些女学生一定是被骗的呢？说不定是那些女孩子泡了外教呢！
在这里我顺便说几件我那时碰上的事，大家就可以明白一些。
有一次，我带一些留学生游三峡，在豪华游轮上过了几天之后，我们在宜昌下船，你绝对想像不到，那些船上的漂亮女服务员送给我带的这些留学生什么礼物？那真是匠心独运啊！她们送给留学生三峡石，在石头上贴着胶布，然后把自己的名字和电话（有的是地址）写在胶布上。那时还没有手机，也没有Email，但那些在豪华游轮上有很好工作的女孩子就如此向往与外国人交往，在通信如此发达的今天，你阻止得了吗？
在西安，我们都上车了，还有一个留学生没上车，我只好去找。结果你猜我看见什么？一个女大学生拿着一本厚厚的英文小说在向这个留学生“请教”。那还是一本当年比较流行的带点色情的《查太莱夫人的情人》。我还记得我当时的冷静，我既没有对那个女学生表示愤怒，也没有对留学生表示不满。我只是说：“对不起，你们今天的课时只能结束了，要不然小姐你派个车把他送到机场也行。”
我那时每年要带外国留学生进行两次“游学”。实际上就是游祖国的大好河山。一次限湖北省内，一次限中国内地（因为当时没办法带他们去台湾）。走到哪里都会碰到这样的事。那时，我每个周末还要带他们去汉口的中国银行取钱和到友谊商店买东西。也经常碰到此类事，有的女孩子甚至把给留学生的信交给我转交。我当面收下，然后悄悄扔进垃圾桶。
我还要强调一句：连黑人都能吸引很多的中国女学生，何况那个外教是个英国人！连比较穷的外国留学生都能吸引很多中国女学生，何况那个外教是个有高薪的人！
我还要强调一个事实：勾搭外国留学生或外教的女孩，或者说被外国人“欺骗”的女孩，素质都是相当高的，或者说学习都相当好。除了漂亮之外，她们的英语水平都相当高。
我还要强调一个观点：这些女孩子的行为不是一个“贱”字能概括的！
作为中国男人，你暴跳如雷有什么用？就是愤怒，也只能是作愤怒的狮子而不是愤怒的猩猩。
我们没有别的办法。只有扎扎实实地搞好教育。以人为本，扎扎实实地培养人才，培养科学精神和奋斗精神。让中国多一点自主的知识产权的高精尖产品，抓住目前的“战略机遇期”，发奋图强，发展自己，壮大自己。而不仅仅是靠出卖土地、市场和资源取得发展。
只有这样，我们才能真正成为一个一流国家，并且长盛不衰！
也只有这样，中国男人才能守住中国女人的裤腰带，或者说才能真正重新获得中国女人的青睐和献身。光靠大喊大叫是靠不住的！
请不要忘记鲁迅的一句话，用在这里就作为标题吧——辱骂和恐吓决不是战斗！
另外，我当时曾写一篇关于跨国之恋的文章，曾也是想警示一下中国女孩，现在看来完全没有必要。明天附在后面。以博一笑。
http://blog.daqi.com/xiafei/
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标题:流氓老外为何总能泡到中国美女
06-10-08 12:01 引用 删除 修改 #1
来源：转载
在华“流氓老外”写博客披露玩弄中国女人的经历，上海社会心理学教授愤而发起网络追击令，继而引发舆论强烈关注。姑且不论“流氓外教”是不是真有其人，但不容否认的是，类似道德品质的老外在中国大有人在。
缘起博客文章：教授发起的网络追击事件
近日，一篇名为《网络追逐流氓老外大行动》的帖子在国内各大知名论坛流传，而这次“追逐令”的发布者是上海社会科学院社会学所心理学教授张结海博士。
事情的起因源于一名“上海外教”在自己的博客里，用极其淫秽、肮脏的语言记录了他“玩弄中国女人的过程”，而这些人大部分竟然是他的学生；而同时，他又极尽所能地侮辱和诋毁中国男性。
这个网名叫Chinabounder的“老外”，自称在上海某大学担任外语教师。他以《欲望上海（Sex and Shanghai）》为题，用赤裸裸的语言详细描述自己如何利用外国人的身份，玩弄中国女学生，并多次嘲讽中国男人“愚蠢无能”。
这个所谓“外教”的一篇博客这样描述他的上海生活：“星期六我和Star在一起，星期天我和Yingying在一起。中间我通过MSN和Cherry联系，打一个电话给Rina，用SMS挑逗Tulip。我给Suasn发了一封Email调情，并通过Wendy的博客向她求爱。”
8月25日，研究中外男女心理问题的张结海无意中读到了这个博客，愤怒的他随即在自己的博客里以《网络追逐流氓老外大行动》为题，写下5000字的声讨文章，细数“流氓外教”的多宗罪。张表示他和这个网名叫Chinabounder的“老外”素不相识，浏览他的博客，纯粹是自己正在做《外国女人眼中的中国男人形象调查》课题，涉及相关问题，经网友介绍才进去的。
张在其博客里对这名所谓“外教”的指责包括“用极其淫秽、肮脏的语言记录了他利用教师的身份，在上海玩弄女学生的过程”、“在中
国的课堂上肆意诋毁中国人的民族感情”等。他呼吁大家将这个“外教”揪出来，赶出中国。
这则教授发出的特别“追逐令”迅速得到了网友们积极响应，“流氓外教”事件一夜间成为各大网站和人们街谈巷议的焦点。虽然身处事件漩涡的外教还没有被找到，但是类似的流氓外教却瞬间成为众人唾骂的对象。“能不能找到这个外教已经不重要了。相比‘追逐’到这个流氓外教，我更希望通过这个‘教材’让国人懂得反思。”张结海在接受记者采访时表示。
为什么在中国的老外总能泡到中国美女？
在城市街头、酒吧，或者周末的公园、超市，一个美丽的中国女人挽着一个老外的情侣扮相,通常招来无数追随的眼球。这些老外有的年龄偏大，有的外形欠佳，跟身边的美女形成极大反差，他们手挽手亲密地散步，或者是毫无忌讳地公开调情，其开放程度让一部分国人觉得“不爽”。
近年来，中国涉外婚恋的大量出现，从中国女明星群体可见一斑。从早期的韦唯、宁静、张咪、张曼玉，到张柏芝、李玟，有跨国婚恋的女星是越来越多，基本覆盖了影视歌等群体，如果把这个群体放大，不难发现，文艺、体育等领域的女性公众人物也多有涉及。而在男明星方面，公众熟悉的姜文和周华健都迎娶了外国太太。比较而言，更多的显然是“华女洋外”的组合。
异国男女交往，甚至谈恋爱、结婚本身不值得奇怪，可是当采用中国人一般的审美、评价标准去看待这类现象，或者深究其背后的原因，不难发现其中的问题。
“从外型上来说，西方的男性似乎比东方的更有魅力。由于人种的原因，他们一般都有着挺拔健硕的身材，棱角分明的脸庞，将男性的美展现得非常好。而从内在性格上看，老外一般比较幽默，热情，有情调，总体上，对女性的吸引力，老外确实比中国男性更胜一筹。”福建省妇联的林老师这样认为。
他表示，首先，中国女性与老外之间也有纯粹的爱情，他们的爱情超越了国籍、种族等种种物质的因素，“两个人在一起，纯粹就是因为爱，并不图对方有什么条件”。
“而在另外一些涉外婚恋中，有不少女性是想以此来改变自己的生存环境和物质生活条件。”林老师说，改革开放虽然已经这么多年，但是有些女性仍然信奉“月亮都是外国的圆”，贪图安逸和名利。他们千方百计傍上老外，无非是看上老外的身份，关系确定之后，就有大把的钱花，万一嫁给他了，还可以办理移民，加入外籍。在这些女性的眼里，嫁个有钱的老外是通向幸福生活的捷径。“据我所知，这类情况不在少数，但遗憾的是，很多老外在中国待的时间长了，逐渐识破这种伎俩，反而将计就计占了不少便宜。”
“流氓外教”事件凸现了一个不容忽视的潜在受害群体，那就是庞大的女大学生和年轻白领，他们由于就业和升职的压力，不得不花费大量的金钱、时间学习外语，但往往事倍功半。这时，部分意志薄弱的女性便将认识一个老外进而发展关系当成了最好的替代方法。
而遭遇找工作难题的女大学生也可能倾向于选择这条捷径。毕业临近，一些女大学生便试图靠着自己的资本，结识外国朋友，争取直接出国留学或移民。记者在一些英语学习和出国主题网站发现，一些女生注册了专门的交友账号，直接以英文注明希望结交国外男性为友，并附上光鲜亮丽的大幅照片，非常惹眼；但是在征友对象的选择上，无一例外的，条件设置的非常宽松，几乎不计较年龄、外貌、职业等要素。在网络上，这种结交老外的攻略、秘笈更比比皆是，教你到什么地方发现并“邂逅”老外，如何与老外搭讪，怎么跟他们成为朋友，等等。
江苏人有一句顺口溜：“一等美女漂洋过海，二等美女沉入大海，三等美女留在上海。”留在上海也是为了寻求“过海”。这顺口溜虽然有些夸张，但也道出了时下一些中国女性的选择。
涉外婚恋多不幸福
幸福的婚姻是相似的，不幸的婚姻则有各自的不幸。
歌手韦唯的跨国婚姻曾让许多人羡慕不已。婚姻破裂后，经过一段时间的修养，重出江湖的韦唯说，离婚后，几乎每个晚上都想自杀几回。那段日子，她去得最多的地方是心理诊所。谈到离婚的原因，韦唯总结为文化背景太不一样，既不是出现了第三者，也没有互相猜疑。
“涉外婚姻有太多不确定性，中国女人初次去到陌生的国度，由于夫妻双方在语言、风俗、宗教信仰等方面都存在巨大的差异，而这些都是双方沟通所必须要跨越的障碍。对于涉外婚姻，仅有浪漫和激情，还远远不够。”资深心理咨询师何女士说。
何女士曾接诊过多起跨国婚恋失败者的咨询。她认为，除了文化背景的原因，中国女性太看中物质利益是导致跨国婚姻破裂的重要原因。“有些中国女性把与外国人结婚作为改变生活状态的唯一手段，很明显，希望越大，失望也越大，一旦发现结婚后并不是自己想象中的生活，自然产生心理落差，再加上外国配偶与自己在年龄、性格等方面有较大差别，原本感情薄弱的婚姻往往会在痛苦中结束。”
摘掉老外头上的光环
随着国门的日渐开放和经济文化交流的全面发展，中国正成为越来越受外国人青睐的求学和工作的目的地。他们在这里得到了太多无法在自己的国家享受到的东西，尤其是精神上的优越感。一个出身美国南部的农民，或许只掌握了有限的词汇，而来到中国则摇身一变，俨然登堂入室，进入了上流社会。
据统计，截至2005年底，在华拥有居留许可的外国人达38万余人，已有15万名外籍人士在中国内地登记就业。不断增长的外国人口给城市管理带来全新课题和挑战，一些外国人管理工作中的弊端和矛盾也越来越突出。大量在华外国人的居留状况和数字不清，尤其是非法入境、非法居留、非法就业人员的增多，外国人在华违法犯罪开始出现，成为一个值得关注的社会问题。
“在福州就业的外国人究竟有多少，目前我们还没有一个具体的统计数据。”福建省劳动与社会保障厅一位陈姓工作人员告诉记者，“不过，可以肯定的是，大部分是从事外商投资和外语教学培训行业。”
记者获悉，外国人在华就业必须要履行一定的手续。首先就是向劳动部门申请办理外国人就业许可证明，再到当地公安部门申请居留证明，然后到劳动部门办理外国人就业证。“但实际上，有些外国人非法打工的现象确实存在。”
“像我目前所在这个酒吧，算是福州老外比较集中的地方，一到周末晚上，老外就扎了堆。也有很多在大公司上班的白领也爱来我们这里。她们很放的开，要么直接找老外搭讪，要么对老外的邀请欣然接受，马上就熟的不得了，整杯的扎啤随便喝。”谈到老外在娱乐场所的表现，福州某知名酒吧的郑经理一脸不屑：“有的老外其实相当抠门，他们买酒从来都是一瓶一瓶地单买，而绝大多数中国人来消费，都是一百两百的买。”
“口音一点都不地道，只不过曾经环游过几个国家，见识稍微多一些，在课堂上能侃一些大话。即使混得最差，还可以教教口语。”闽江学院的邓老师曾经在校外从事过英语培训工作，他对福州的老外有一定的了解。“这当中，很多中国人所充当的角色其实是很不光彩的。有的外语培训机构明知道某个老外水平相当一般，为了自己利益，他们仍然大张旗鼓地为老外做广告宣传。”
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本来不想上来单独开贴，但是发现“网心难测”网友在所谓的“为什么说傍老外几乎不可能有真正的爱情”的帖子里不注明出处的大量转贴我的文字，并且曲解我的文章的意思。特此开贴，以正视听。
本贴并不盲目的反对跨国婚姻。相反，也确实见到过幸福的跨国婚姻。比如大家所谓的“反美愤青”，北大才女马兰，和她的美国丈夫白龙，作为他们共同的朋友，我觉得他们过的很好。两个孩子也都很可爱。笔者反对的是某些外国垃圾和流氓利用中国女性的无知、虚荣骗取他们的感情和肉体，并无耻的到处炫耀。下文提到的这个英国人的博客明目张胆的承认自己惯于利用在上海的外教的身份玩弄他教过的中国女孩。并无耻的把她们每个人的名字和性爱细节公布在网上炫耀，至少有十几个女孩的名字被提及。该无赖得意洋洋的承认自己在英国根本就是个混不下去的垃圾，在上海却被奉为上宾，每小时收入200元人民币，所作的只是和女学生聊天、调情，并勾引他们上床，玩腻了就甩掉，并且充满不懈的评论中中国女人如何如何下贱，中国人如何如何愚昧落后。夸耀自己的性能力如何如何比中国男人强。无耻的留言居然吸引了许多同好者，纷纷表示自己也有同样的经历，有的则是被他的故事所吸引，表示也要到中国来“淘金”。
大家说，对这些白人无赖，我们有什么办法能让他们为自己的无耻言行付出代价啊？
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无意中来到上面这个名叫“欲望上海”(Sex and Shanghai) 的博客（http://chinabounder.blogspot.com ）。博客的副标题是：在上海的西方恶棍的自白 （“Western Scoundrel in Shanghai Tells All”）。博主是一个网名叫Chinabound的英格兰人，现在在上海某个大学教英文（似乎是上外，但我不确定）。该博客的基本主旨是炫耀博主如何（利用外国人的身份）玩弄他班上的中国女学生的肉体和感情，顺便不时的嘲讽中国政府和中国男人的愚蠢无能。
作者的第一篇博客“White guys in China”（白种佬在中国）便开宗明义 （http://chinabounder.blogspot.com/2006/05/white-guys-in-china.html）：
“任何一个哪怕仅有有限中国经验的人都见过：一个又老又肥的白种人身边傍着一个年轻的，苗条的中国姑娘。那是种什么情景？他们怎么做到的？为什么？这种情况到处可见，白人和中国女孩，永远更年轻，经常是相差几十岁。”“本人嘛，即不老也不肥，高而瘦 - 狗年生的。 长相嘛，狗屎，在英国老家不值一提，不过在这儿呢？在这儿嘛我可混得不赖啊，打着正经英国绅士的招牌出来混可是有不少好处的。”“西方人来到这儿，晓得自己又老又肥，貌不惊人。因此自信心不太高。 他不会瞄准那些一看就真得让自己心动的。他会找比较普通一点儿的，容易一点的下手。而这些普通一点的，不怎么抢手的小鸡 - 嗯 - 也许他知道自己到底值几个钱，于是比较容易上手。而这白人呢，见一个只有他一半 - 有时甚至是三分之一年纪的女人似乎对他感兴趣，简直爽死了！所以你看到很多家伙上街带着个“伊德塞尔”（注：福特汽车的一个品牌，属中低价位车，此处比喻女人的质量档次），其实他本来可以开辆“保时捷”的。他放着马士提夫犬（一种名贵的宠物狗）不要，偏要惠比特犬（一种杂种小猎狗）和灵缇（灰狗，一种低档宠物狗）其实他完全可以得到她，他可以。”
“喏，你瞧，这个星期六我和Star在一起，星期天和Yingying在一起。在这期间，我还和Cherry在MSN上保持联系，并通过手机短信挑逗。Susan我给她发了封调情的电邮，并通过Wendy的博客向她求爱。也许，这些我以后再讲吧。但是我会和Tingting开始，她是我最近的过去仍然想起的，一个我如果见不到会伤心的情人。基本上她们来了，又走了，而当他们走的时候我很少想起她们；那些我必须要停顿一秒钟想一下才能记起名字的情人。像Yan, Lulu，还有其他我确定存在，但是已经下沉到我记忆的表面之下的情人们。”
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也许是现实生活中说了太多谎话，作者必须找到一个“说真话”的宣泄口。于是博客便成了最好的途径。他大概想，反正那些中国蠢女人看不懂的。虽然和外国人睡觉，她们的英文却很蹩脚，比如一个叫Mona的女孩，在和他作爱以后对他说：“You’re a very gentleman’ （你是一个很绅士）。” 只有一个女孩，因为听他偶尔提到自己有个博客，又怀疑他同时和许多女人交往，于是通过网络搜索到了这个博客，读到原来自己和这个外国人做爱的细节已经在网上被公之于众，并且知道了这个外国人根本不爱她。结果可想而知是自取其辱。 出于对他利用中国一些年轻女性无知和爱慕虚荣的弱点的鄙视和义愤：在离开该博客的时候写下了以下的留言（http://chinabounder.blogspot.com/2006/07/fucking-mona.html）
CHINABOUNDER:
I AM A CHINESE IN SHANGHAI READING YOUR BLOG BY CHANCE. THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO TELL US HOW POOR AND SILLY YOU THINK CHINESE PEOPLE ARE, AND HOW PITCHY SOME OF THE CHINESE WOMEN ARE. LET ME TELL YOU MY COMMENTS HERE:
YOU ARE A LOSER, A PIECE OF TRASH, AND A DISGUSTING RAPIST TAKING THE ADVANTAGES OF WOMEN’S WEAKNESSES. UNDER GOD’S MERCY, I WISH YOU COULD GROW UP AND SOMEHOW ACT LIKE A CIVIL MANHOOD BUT I DOUBT YOU WOULD EVER BE ABLE TO MAKE IT, LOSER!
I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO WASTE MY CURSES ON YOU. I AM PRETTY SURE THAT U WILL DESTROY YOURSELF ONE WAY OR THE OTHER VERY SOON BY KEEP DOING THESE SINS.
LASTLY, LET ME GIVE YOU MY GREETING IN CHINESE, 你是个失败者，骗子和强奸犯！PARDON MY FRENCH, BUT YOU’VE EARNED IT BY YOURSELF.
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http://blog.sina.com.cn/u/49eaa5170100052d
一下都转自本人的新浪博客
谢谢猫猫！
再发一些这个无赖博客里的文章节选。以下是专门谈论上海女人的“市侩”的。既然楼上的DSADAS不以为耻反以为荣，而且认为我是刻意要拿上海人开涮，那我只好继续开涮下去了。
But this is not to say all Shanghai women are the same, far from it; the city does have plenty of quiet, timid, ‘traditional’ women. Yet even they generally have the Shanghai attitude. If I say to women such as these, ‘Are you from Shanghai?’ most usually they will reply, ‘Of course!’ with some pep, as though to say, ‘How could I possibly be from anywhere else? Do you think I look like someone from out of town?’
但这并不是说所有上海女人都是一样的；这个城市的确有许多安静的，胆小的，怯弱的，“传统”女人。但哪怕是她们也通常会有着上海式的态度。如果我问这些女人：“你是上海人吗？”大多数情况下她们会回答：“当然！”带一点不满，那意思是说，“我怎么可能是从其他地方来的呢？你认为我看上去像乡下人吗？”
The Shanghainese, in large, look down on people from outside Shanghai but look up to people from outside China – if those people are white. Expats from Africa and India in particular, I have found, do not quite have the respect of many Chinese people, and some of my more honest students (a small, small number) will admit this racism exists. Most will not admit this, and get as touchy as fuck if one says anything negative about China.
上海人，大多数都瞧不起从上海以外来的人，但是有很看仰视外国人 - 如果这些人是白人的话。我发现，从非洲和印度来的外籍人特别不受许多中国人的尊敬，有些比较诚实的我的学生（极少数）会承认这种种族主义确实存在。但是大多数不会承认，并且一旦有人说人和中国的负面评价，就变得像被人搞了一样很生气。
[匿名] 大虾
2006-08-07 11:50:05
在中国，大学生找不到工作，做白领却看不见未来的艰难时候，女子见洋人就投怀送抱很平常。穷国女人嫁洋人要远多于穷国男人娶洋女。文中很清楚的写着：是个“white scoundrel”，而不是黑人。日本人在六七十年代经济起飞时也有过嫁洋人的风潮，现在日本人娶外女已多于女子外嫁了。
但问题的根子不在于经济，而是1949年后对传统道德的破坏而又不曾重建新时代的道德，而现有的教育体系又不曾将女子教得聪明些。虽然出国的目的未达成，有些吃亏，可这些女孩也未必是真的爱上了这个白人，爱的不过是他的护照。而且现在的女孩子也大都不在乎让人睡了几觉。
大家义愤填膺可以理解。
澄清一点：上海外国语大学是全国招生的重点大学，学校中的上海人是少部分，估计不到10
[匿名] susu
我去看了那个博客，NND，这人也太可恶了，最恶心的是，很多给他博客留言的人也都是些PERVERT，竟然还建议他发照片出来证明这些不是YY，而且还有个白痴竟然因为他把上海的女人描写得这么好上而决定从北京搬到上海。
toddisnotadog
2006-08-07 21:26:50
to 猫猫：
忘了给你回复。杉达学院（shanda）是郑州大学下属的一个民办独立学院，学生因受校方欺骗，交了大量的学费，毕业后以为能拿到郑州大学的文凭，但最后发现是杉达学院的文凭。校方推诿责任，学生于是发生了大规模骚乱。骚乱事件的照片在国际媒体上广为刊载，造成了轰动，由于国内媒体封锁，所以国内知道的人少一些。不过这不是借口，那个英国人一定程度上说对了。中国人对这种事情并不关心。否则的话大家只要查一下纽约时报就会知道。纽约时报的网站在国内并没有封锁。
人们都安于到新浪或搜狐去看新闻，因为面对事实有时真的很痛苦。在人造的中文世界里，我国英明伟大的政府永远光荣正确。中国人民永远勤劳勇敢，中国永远欣欣向荣。
[匿名] Celest
2006-08-06 12:11:23
看过一个凤凰台在美国的街头采访，问题有关政府领导人。只要是长了亚洲脸孔的人统统拒绝采访，非洲拉美的支支吾吾，欧美的就调侃批评自己的政府。
我想起中学时自己的亲身经历。19xx年x月，我因为在黑板报上抄录了一首北岛的诗，被白发苍苍的老师找去谈话。
19xx年x月x日，老师作为省级优秀教师接受表彰正好在北京，原计划要回趟母校（北大）的。老师说，有些东西十年后再说吧！如今二十年也要到了，谁还会记得当初我们都想些什么，说过什么，做了什么？
恋上三毛
2006-08-06 15:27:55
对于大多数中国人来说,这一举动并不能够让那些麻木的心得到反省,中国人的特点就是看热闹,别人的事于我何干?前天看到一则新闻:一个被捅可数刀的人在和歹徒搏斗,围观的人一大堆,没有一个人上去搭救,眼睁睁看着歹徒跑掉,也没有一个人把伤者送往就在旁边的医院.最后,伤者因失血过多而死亡.我看了之后真觉得寒心,太可恶了,中国五千年的文明创造的就是这样的结果.
再者,我做世界杯曲棍球预选赛志愿者的时候接触过好些外国人,有几个长的一副熊样,却也是色咪咪的,好似没见过女人,我那长的还算有几分姿色的同学(没大脑)也被骚扰过,真让人觉得恶心.不过大多数还是好的,特别是我负责的那位官员,我们都非常喜欢他.
旦愿那些还在沉睡中的中国人能赶快醒来!
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看过了，摘录一段英国人基于他所搞过的中国女人所总结出的中国女人性观念评论。
Oral sex is an interesting subject when it comes to Chinese women. Many of my lovers have had very little experience of it. And so when I go down on a woman for the first time, often she is reluctant, having been culturally conditioned to think this is ‘dirty.’ But of course the feelings generated are so pleasurable that she soon forgets this attitude. When it comes to giving oral sex, however, it is harder to make her forget that prejudice, since there is less direct pleasure in it for her, and since she cannot escape the reality of what is happening. If I go down on her she can close her eyes, press her head into the pillow and drift away in pleasure, forgetting all that absurdity society lays on her. But with a cock in her mouth she has no such chance.
太没人性了！！！！！
Making love (and especially for the first time) was of course a bigger deal for Lucy than for me. So later the next day when we chatted online, she wanted to hear those three words, words she had said three times during our revels; and, since she directly asked for them, I supplied them. And in subsequent conversations, she began to fall — or had fallen – in love with me. I should have discouraged it, but she was such a hot fuck that she was quite a lot in my mind too.
I guess I ought not have told her those words, since they were not true. But at the time it seemed the easiest way to proceed. What worried me more was that, fearful of pregnancy, she told me she had gone to a pharmacy, told them she ‘did not want to have a baby.’ They asked if she had made love; she said yes; and they gave her the morning after pill. I feel uncomfortable with this. I was careful not to come in her; there is no need for her to fill her body with the hormones. And I guess it was a final mark of her inexperience.. she knows so little. And what’s terrifying about that is that she is a teacher and, to judge both by what she has told me and the recommendations I have polished up on her pending university application, a good one, prize winning, working wonders in her class. And yet ignorant about the most basic functions of sex!
What kind of future does that point to..? What an emotionally blind, crippled, stunted society this can be, and how deceitful and ignorant the education the children receive! This coyness about sex is a crime, and China does not even have the inane excuse of the Christians for whom sex is, laughably, a sin. But it is such danger, it is neglect, it is a form of proxy abuse. Terrible.
又有两个白种人为英国人辩护。以下是转贴他们在Sex and Shanghai博客里的留言和翻译：
Sam Whitemoss 说…
Someone asks is it real? Does he really have all these women? To a large extent, what difference does it make if it’s fact or fiction. Who cares? No-one’s been assaulted. I find his broader comments about China more interesting.
I agree that the Chinese are largely ignorant of their own terrible history. My view on this is that it’s, in fact, too terrible for those that do know to pass on - the tragedy of the Great Leap Forward being the “big one”. I think the Chinese don’t like to wallow in their history, much like we in the West don’t like to think about where bacon comes from - some things are too painful. And, for the Chinese, there’s no upside in getting too close to the truth. Do they really want to know about why half their family died from starvation in 1960? Better for them just to move on.
有人相信这是真的吗？他真的有这么多女人吗？在很大程度上说，这是事实还是虚构的真的有什么不同吗？谁在乎？并没有人受到伤害啊。我反倒是觉得楼主关于中国人的宏观评论更有趣。我同意中国人大多数对他们的可怕的历史是无知的。事实上我对此的观点是，对那些确是懂得去背负历史的人而言是可怕的- “大跃进”的悲剧就是其中的重大事件。我想中国人不想纠缠于他们的历史,就像我们西方人不想去追究火腿是怎么做出来的一样 - 有些事太过痛苦。而且，对于中国人来说，过于接近真相并没有太多好处。他们真的想知道为什么在他们有一半的家庭在1960年时死于饥荒吗？还是算了继续向前看吧。
Oh, and someone suggested the women might be fat and ugly. Really? In Shanghai? It would take a huge amount of effort to find such candidates. And, yes, Western women are invisible in China, and, seeing the Chinese women, it’s no wonder. I haven’t slept with a Western woman since the year had a 19 in front of it (oops, too much information!).
对了，有人说这些女人可能是又肥又丑的那种。真的吗？在上海？要找到这种候选人可是需要花费大量的精力的。而且是的，在中国，白种女人是隐形的，看看中国女人就不会觉得奇怪了。从今年起我就再也没有和一个西方女人睡过觉了，而此前已经有19个了 (糟了，透露的信息太多了!)
10:20 AM
Mimi 说…
I don’t see what the big deal is? Whether its true or fake. As long as no one gets hurt 
If it is true, these women are exploring themselves, they want to do it with a foreigner, they want to feel like girls on sex and the city, our friend here is charming, sweet talker, no strings attached and no one is forcing anyone to do something they don’t want.
我不认为这有什么大不了的？是真是假又如何？只要没人受伤害就好了：）如果这是真的，这些女人只不过是在利用他们自己，他们就是想和外国人干那事,她们想像欲望都市里的女孩那样生活,而我们的朋友是如此迷人，又会甜言蜜语, 没用绳子绑着谁，也没人强迫任何人做他们不愿做的事。
玫瑰马力
英国无赖又给你回信了。你看看，有空去回一下。这里又懂英文的朋友帮忙翻译一下。楼主现在忙。。。
ChinaBounder 说…
bmpc said……Hey dude. I am a Chinese girl.I won’t look at you the second time in reality
How would you know, since the me you would meet in reality would be a wholly different ‘me’ than you see here?
It’s a shame you equate sex with immorality.
This conservative attitude towards sex is one of the reasons why Chinese women are so unhappy. Chinese society (which like all societies is shaped and run by men) tells women that they should have an attitude like yours, not out of any real respect for their wellbeing, but out of a sense of control. In general men are scared of women who are sexually confident, and (sorry though I am to say it) Chinese men are more scared than Western men, not that either group (viewed as a whole) treats women well.
I am surprised that someone who claims to have the education you have is on the side of the oppressors, not the oppressed. Your choice of the term ‘loose women’ saddens me. You have brought into the system of control. Chinese women, as a population, are one of the most unhappy in the world. I think you need to look at the men of your own culture more carefully rather than me. I am just one tiny bad apple in a huge vat of rotten apples.
Virginity, for what it is worth, is no big deal to me. Indeed, if I did wish to settle down, I would be unlikely to marry a virgin. As I expect you are aware, it is Chinese society (along with others) that fetishizes virginity – another layer in the system of control.
Do not put up language as a barrier to understanding. It is an impediment, yes, but not a major one. My Chinese is rather limited, true, but I can understand a conversation in the language. In any case, most of the people I meet speak good English. I assure you they do not know what your country is. Seventy percent of them still admire Mao, who did just as much evil as Hitler or Hirohito. I am fairly sure your knowledge of China is not as good as you think it is. Tell me, for example, when the CPC was founded.
I have already said elsewhere my country, the UK, is not a very responsible world citizen today and has been wholly criminal for much of its history. I have no problem in looking at the UK with open eyes. Sexism is common there, too, as is racism, violence and crime. But this is not a blog about the UK.
Incidentally, one of the signs of being ‘extremely well-educated’ is never feeling the need to point it out.
摘一段他对中国的评论
China is in so many ways a fucked up society. Yet even with these numerous ills and absurdities, it remains an overly proud, fervently nationalistic country. Mixed with its stiff-necked pride is a pervasive victim mentality. All China’s woes are blamed on others, from the Western countries’ invasion of China in the 19thC and the Japanese in the second world war to perceived discrimination today from ‘the West.’
But this is the logical choice. China must have someone to blame, since facing the truth of the matter would be too psychologically devastating. The truth is that China savages itself, rips and wounds itself; all China’s ills are inflicted by its government, its organizations and institutions. By its citizens, in a word, from the president on down. And how many people could face such a truth as that? How can they admit that since 1949 their own government has brought them nothing but misery, murder and death? That they and no-one else are to blame for their woes?
And so Chinese society is stuck in deep denial, and the people who know least about modern China are the Chinese themselves. Chinese people, in general, know nothing about their society and are simply not interested in finding out. For example, I have asked 50 people in the last week what is happening at Shengda University. Not one knew. They simply do not care, are not interested in finding out. Eyes shut, blindness all the way. Each country gets the government it deserves.
下面一段是英国无赖自己供述自己如何七篇一个叫Lucy的女孩子的：
Making love (and especially for the first time) was of course a bigger deal for Lucy than for me. So later the next day when we chatted online, she wanted to hear those three words, words she had said three times during our revels; and, since she directly asked for them, I supplied them. And in subsequent conversations, she began to fall — or had fallen – in love with me. I should have discouraged it, but she was such a hot fuck that she was quite a lot in my mind too.
I guess I ought not have told her those words, since they were not true. But at the time it seemed the easiest way to proceed. What worried me more was that, fearful of pregnancy, she told me she had gone to a pharmacy, told them she ‘did not want to have a baby.’ They asked if she had made love; she said yes; and they gave her the morning after pill. I feel uncomfortable with this. I was careful not to come in her; there is no need for her to fill her body with the hormones. And I guess it was a final mark of her inexperience.. she knows so little. And what’s terrifying about that is that she is a teacher and, to judge both by what she has told me and the recommendations I have polished up on her pending university application, a good one, prize winning, working wonders in her class. And yet ignorant about the most basic functions of sex!
What kind of future does that point to..? What an emotionally blind, crippled, stunted society this can be, and how deceitful and ignorant the education the children receive! This coyness about sex is a crime, and China does not even have the inane excuse of the Christians for whom sex is, laughably, a sin. But it is such danger, it is neglect, it is a form of proxy abuse. Terrible.
But given that 99% of everyone I know here would agree with this stand, would puff and fuss and strut at the idea Taiwan was a separate country, in spite of the clear and obvious truth that it is, in every meaningful way, separate, what can one do? I can explain it step by step, that it has its own laws, its own government, that Beijing has no political or legal or monetary control over it, and they will follow me, will agree. I can say that it has its own history and native language and, less readily, they will agree; yet with all this they will still not accept it is a separate country. And, faced with that level of obtuse ignorance, that stubbornness, what can one do? It is as futile as arguing with creationists.
So few people here are truly able to think, able to see beyond the pabulum whipped up by the government. It’s easier to keep it simple, China good, Japan bad; China right, rest of the world wrong. For example, I tried to pin down Tingting over Beijing’s appalling cover-up of the initial SARS outbreak, to see if she would accept that China owed the world an apology since, as a doctor, she must accept that it was the initial cover up that stymied efforts to stop the spread of the disease, letting it leap to Hong Kong and then the world. Doctors in the region wanted to announce the disease so that people could take safety measures; but they were shut down by the government since this happened at the time of a big Communist Party meeting.
These wretched events are wholly choreographed, and no bad news must be allowed to get in the way of the outrageous parade of filth and lies they generate – days of rubbish about how good the Party has been for China, when in truth it has created vast misery, suffering, pain and the deaths of millions upon millions.
But while Tingting accepted Beijing was at fault, she would not accept it owed anyone an apology – while being quite sure Japan, which (unlike China) has attacked no-one in the last 50 years, did.
This rising tide of Nationalism is dangerous. When people as educated as Tingting buy into the lies, anger and hate, then the future is worrying indeed.
作者：玫瑰马力 回复日期：2006-8-10 00:22:04
刚刚去留言。
bmpc—-Me again said…
Your reply makes me laugh,so pompous, arrogant and like a “frog down the well”(since you know chinese, you should know this idiom).You probably are “a very gentleman” (by hooker mona)in real life, but you are too old for me,papa. regardless your education(probably not very good), I wouldn’t consider you at all, that’s why. You have nothing I want, your white skin(get old faster),your great british passport(oops), your pocket(might as clean as whistle),what else left?
I have dated Chinese guys(obviously),white and black guys(not Arabic yet, not a racist, just not many Arabic in US),and I only date smart,charming and real gentlemen,good sense of humor will be a big plus. I didn’t see any of these qualities on you.
”It’s a shame you equate sex with immorality. ” How funny! Now I know how your brain works. You assume an non-existing proposition,then punch it as hard as possible.You assume I equate sex with immorality, you assume I am as conservative as most Chinese women you met.What’s your supporting evidence? because I condemned you that makes me a “sex conservationist”?
I have never been to Britian, but since your prime minister is the “puddle” of George Bush(according to Americans), I assume your society try hard to be US.In US, child abuse is felony. prostitution is illegal. also here in the US, whores, sluts,cheaters, are immorally wrong.
I don’t oppose one night stand, both people know they get physical pleasure,no money or emotion involved. That’s fine.but you are a liar and you cheat body and “love”(I really don’t think any of them truly loved you,but sometimes it’s hard to tell. Who knows Anna Nicole Smith really loved her 63 yrs senior husband or not?), that makes you a cheater. In the US,there is a reality show called “cheater”, you may want to google it, see the differences/similiarities between you and cheaters in the show.
I don’t know how long you have been to China.Chinese society is changing dramatically, you are not changing along with the society. I said “most of your comments are correct”,but that doesn’t make you a “know-it-all”,you are still a outsider.
”Chinese women, as a population, are one of the most unhappy in the world. ” I don’t know how did you get this conclusion.NEVER JUMP ANY CONCLUSION too soon.I am a chinese woman, although I am in the US, I don’t feel my happiness changed for more, I could do anything I wanted when I was there. what makes Chinese women ” one of the most unhappy in the world. ” maybe because some hookers claimed they were in bad mood a lot. Chinese men would immediately get what that mean——the woman is showing her fragile and asking the man’s caress, he would hold her, kiss her, comfort her instead fucking her. You silly allien think they are unhappy and you feel so good that “you know chinese, you even see though them”.
You IQ is not good enough to make you what you think you are.
作者：玫瑰马力 回复日期：2006-8-10 00:24:18
It’s sad a lot of Chinese still admire Mao.It’s sad a lot of Chinese are racist, It’s sad a lot of Chinese automatically think “Taiwan is part of China”,It’s sad a lot of Chinese still trust CPC….It doesn’t change the fact that you are a liar and cheater.Not related, OK?
According to “Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia” CPC founded
July 1, 1921 (official)
July 23, 1921 (de facto)
The same as I learned in Chinese school.
I have no reason know china less than you do. I read both Chinese and English,I have both Chinese & American education background, and you,give me a test.How stupid.How dare you?
In US,also have the term”loose women”,how could you say ” brought into the system of control.” loose women are loose women, no mater in East or West,don’t gain any respect.You from West, a Christian dominate world, you don’t know it?
English is my second language.My American friend told me “Be cautious to the AIDS” is not a right way to say it. whatever, you know what I meant.
Most people you met speak good English? Speaking and reading is two things. I spoke good English when I was there, but I didn’t read well. Spoken English is very simple, easy.But how many of them can read Shakespear? Wake up, dude.Language is a barrier.It’s the most powerful tool of communication.”Make love”, “fuck” “intercourse” “sleep” “mess around” “sex” all mean put penis into pussy. but the meaning behind the words, the emotions/feeling behind different words,what circumstances use what words,the subtle differences,
those hookers can really get it? and you really think you KNOW Chinese? thousands and millions a expressions, even me, dare not to say I really KNOW Chinese.
”Fuck” is an English word which, when used literally as a verb, means “to have sexual intercourse”. It is generally considered one of the most vulgar words in the English language and a classic example of the swear word. Because of its offensive nature it is sometimes referred to as the “f-word” or “f-bomb”—From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Fuck you! Don’t get excited,Don’t go crazy. I will kindly leave the chance to a hooker.HaHaHaHaHaHa
英国无赖又发新贴了！！！这次是一个外国无赖和一个中国淫妇之间相互调情的故事。。。看来他准备将无耻进行到底！
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Chasing Clarissa
Clarissa was bright, vibrant, electric when we met. She¡¯d been at an office party and had clearly had a couple of drinks, a tinge of flush to her face, animation in her manner, eyes sparkling. She was, in short, even more stimulating than I remembered her from class.
As we drank and listened to the jazz naturally my words (and hands) became wider, more expansive.
¡®You¡¯re leading me along, like a fox¡¯ she said — but didn¡¯t stop me. And indeed her talk was sexual and her body language mirrored mine. So we had a good evening of it. She enjoyed my flattery and attentions, and it seemed to be going well to me, though several times she told me she was faithful to her husband. Now the mere fact she said this was a clear enough sign she knew what was in the offing. And when she went on to tell me that she let her husband think she was a virgin on their wedding night, my hopes rose.
Letting him think this was not a lie, she said, since he did not ask and she did not, thus, deny. But still it was a crack into which I felt I might drive a wedge. Smart as she is, of course she knew this when she told me.
Later, the more I thought it over, the more I was inclined to wonder if I had not been played, and played with some expertise at that. If I was, it is no matter, for after all I was playing a role too, and if she was indeed playing me, I was content to be played. Yes, she was good. ¡®I¡¯m going to go home, have a bath, and wait for my husband to come home in the morning.. and maybe fuck me.¡¯ Now there¡¯s a rare thing to hear ¨C such verbal directness is rather rare in Chinese women. Yes, they will be emotionally direct, but even then their words are often couched in more delicate terms.
I played along with Clarissa¡¯s provocativeness in, I guess, a pretty obvious way ¨C ¡®How about some pix?¡¯
¡®No way!¡¯ she said, before telling me that they had taken pix, and a film, of their lovemaking. A sexy woman altogether! But even with this fire she tried to bank and ebb my ardor, telling me she was happy with this husband, and that they were good together in bed. I asked why she had married so young ¨C she is around 24 ¨C she said, sexy smiling, ¡®To save the cost of going to hotels all the time!¡¯
As the jazz wound down and the crowd thinned I noticed a hooker trying to close a fat Westerner on the table next to me. She was past her prime and I doubt he had ever been in it; and her play-acting, now loving, now cold, now happy, now hurt, was pretty risible. But she saw me looking and flashed me a smile of complicity ¨C¡®Yeah, this fat slob ain¡¯t much, is he?,¡¯ her glance said. And I was briefly taken in, briefly felt a sympathy for her in her unhappy lot, before the clarity of the corollary meaning of her glance stuck me in all its obvious truth ¨C she was trying to establish a tie with me in case it did not work out with fat guy, for then I might be her night¡¯s fee.
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I did not think to message her again until the evening of the next day – which, of course, shows my fundamentally callow attitude. Now I was sure of her, there was no need to woo. Sending messages to a woman you’re unsure you’ll charm to bed is stimulating, spicy; the need to bat messages back and forth, to tease and maneuver, keeps the thumb active, keeps the mind ticking over on what the next reply will be, and the response to it. But once you’re sure of the woman, all that dies down.
And so (as I might have expected if I had really bothered to think about her at all) she replied to my message that she was unhappy.
‘Why?,’ I asked.
‘Because you didn’t send sms to me, Ha ha, do you believe it?’
She followed this by texting, ‘I’m really waiting for your sms all day. I know u r busy but I’m still feel unhappy. Ha ha.’
And so I replied to say I was sorry about that, but that I had been very busy. I had not, of course.
‘I know ~ I’m happy now~ I want to be your girlfriend now~ ha ha ha ha only make a joke but I’m really like you.’
Then she asked, ‘you have been kiss many girls, right?,’ to which I made some glib reply.
‘Oh my heart is broken.. 你真的是华心大萝卜啊。。’
Now I did not bother save my messages, so all I have is a record of hers. But my replies can be pretty much guessed from the pattern of what she says.
‘what are you mean? You will kiss me for a long time?’
‘why? You change heart quickly or love other girls fast?’
‘which kind of woman do you like best?’
‘you like a playboy.. But I’m still like you. You have special charm. I wanna say goodbye to my bf’
‘together with him I can’t learn anything and I found I lost many times’
‘my mood is complex now. I don’t know whether to meet you is a good thing or a bad thing.’
‘Let me think about it.. Well this Sunday I will get away my parents and stay with you all day, OK?’ (I’d asked if she’d spend a night with me)
‘Or you unwilling to stay with me?’
‘It’s very exciting~ Just like you say, I’ll let my youth colourful~ Don’t cheating me any more’
‘Whether any girl told you she wanna be your gf you all agree with her?’
‘I love you, I wanna be your gf.’
‘Ha ha Don’t mind only sound out you~’
‘昏.. I know you like see me become a bad girl’
‘You wanna see me have many many boyfriends?’
‘Very well!! I miss you all night until now~ How about you?’
‘Sorry’ (I had not said anything to make her say sorry; the reason she said it is clear from the following message.)
‘Maybe you don’t like to hear I say I miss you.. So I say sorry.’
‘:-) You say you dreamed of me, tell me something about that’ (I’d told her I dreamed of her. I had not. But telling a woman this is an effective gauge of where she sees the relationship going. It is a shallow and obvious thing to say, and would not work on a Western woman, but of such flimflam is my box of tricks made.)
‘Maybe it will be interesting! Don’t worry, tell me’
‘Are you sure you tell me the truth?’ (I’d told her it was a sexy dream – that’s part two of the routine.)
‘I understand what’s your thought’
‘Tell you later!’ (I’d wanted to know what she though of my dreaming about her so.)
‘Take care of yourself. I like you regard me as an adult~~~ You can tell me everything you thought, about sex…’
‘Yes I think so! and you are manly too’
‘Sorry, I meant include sex.’ (Her meaning was ‘I meant to say you were sexy also.’)
The next day we met again, but just for an afternoon. And while we spent it in bed, we did not make love. As we idled together, talking, she worried out loud that, if we made love, I’d then lose interest; and so I likely would, I thought to myself.
But yet… as I lay there, just cuddling, it was rather sweet, and I felt whispers of emotion. She fitted in my arms snug and light; cool against my body, even under the duvet, light, sweet. Slender as she is, her body lies against mine nice. When I’d carried her into the bedroom it was as a scrap of silk – she is featherweight, 45 kilos or so. With a bulkier woman it takes each body a few hours to adjust to each other, and so cuddling soon becomes too warm, sticky, under the duvet, after lights out, until the cooler small hours and the body’s adjustment. But she was just right, and it was good. She’d be fun in bed, I was sure, and promises of it percolated through the afternoon, how she straddled me, pressed into me.
I could see that she’d take a little more persuasion before she gave herself to me wholly, but I knew I’d be able to persuade her to yield, and that she had the potential to be a fine lover. She would not be a great lover to start with, of course. Women here, I have often found, are cautious lovers at first, having been raised to suppress their sexual side. I was well aware, for example, that when I went down on her it would cause her to squirm at first. She’d find it dirty, wrong, product of this society as she cannot help but be. Mona, for example, in telling me about a new local boyfriend, said ‘But I will have to hide how experienced I am with him. He wouldn’t like that at all. He has to feel like he’s in charge and I don’t know anything.’
But I was pleased Christine she felt I saw her as a woman – that too would help bring her to me, for her parents and sap of a boyfriend only make her feel like a child. Perhaps if I was a bit more honorable she would be child in my eyes too, for, when I first got to know her, she had not quite turned 20. But that youth fired me rather than cooled me, and so I carried on with my pursuit.
This time, after she’d left (to hurry home for her 6pm curfew) I made sure to send messages after her:-
‘I miss you too. Tell you a good news. Maybe I can stay with you a whole night this Saturday.’
‘You can compare with superman! 快去吃饭！谁叫你中午不吃完上又不吃的！’
‘We must make love on Sunday?’ (I replied to say that it was totally up to her. And of course it was; I would respect whatever choice she made – but would do my best to persuade her to choose yes).
‘Oh I see! Thank you! You are very kind! I love you! Kiss~’
‘Do you have free time after 6 tomorrow?’
‘算了当我没说’
‘噢!Maybe I can stay with you all night. I’ll try my best.’
‘Try my best!’
And so we met to spend the night together. She was a little early at the rendezvous, which seemed to me a measure of the keenness she had for the encounter. I suggested eating – was she hungry? She was, and she wanted to eat at McDonalds. This made my lip curl, rather – such trashy bland pap. It made me think less of her, though she did not quite see my distaste. But I pushed the feeling down – after all, she was only 19, and so it was no surprise she has the tastes of a teenager. And the more mercenary angle of it occurred to me too – junk food a cheap and quick precursor to sex. What need for candles and romance?
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Seducing Christine #2
During that coffee with Christine I’d almost made a slip. She’d said something – I forget what – that made it unclear how she’d got my email, and gave the impression she’d got it from a friend. I half followed up this comment, but in doing so almost gave away that I did not recall where I’d met her. But by switching back to what I had thought to be the case (that she had got it from the university people) I was able to cover my error (something which was eased by her only moderate command of English) and thus hide from her the fact she was, to me, at that point, essentially wholly random.
The messages that we exchanged after that coffee soon came towards the point, and I asked if next time I could see her all night.
‘Ha ha, I think it’s impossible’ she replied. ‘But if you can come to Wuxi (the city where she studies) maybe we can stay all night’
That was a promising reply, yet she remained a little unsure (and that of course made her the easier to seduce) and followed it with another message to say, ‘You can laughing now. I’m silly, right?’
A week or so after that coffee, I found myself with a free day, due to a cancelled class, all the students having been packed off to learn the sparkling profundities of the Three Representatives. Or was it the ‘Seven Goods and Seven Bads’? Or the ‘Four Maybes, One Yes and Three Don’ts’? Some such specious dreck.
And so, suddenly free, I messaged her suggesting a meet. She accepted with alacrity, as I knew she would since her messages the intervening days had been green lights all the way. We met at a big mall near People’s Square, her clad in a pink dress covered with blue polka dots which fluttered in the warm breeze, wrapping itself more closely around the contours of her body. But we did not linger, soon heading home so I could ‘show her my flat.’ This of course was a euphemism, and she showed she knew it by the tense, expectant way she sat in the cab. She knew it was sex, I knew it was sex. But I also knew that this was no easy green light. She would still need persuading, cajoling. And indeed she then seemed to set up a get-out, telling me ‘My stomach aches.’ This, of course, meant she had her period, at which I felt a brief surge of chagrin. So maybe I was wrong, I thought, and we would not be lovers today. But then I thought again; she was, after all, coming back with me. Whatever happened, this was most surely not merely a matter of ‘showing her my flat.’
Her nervousness increased once we got back to my flat, but I did not let that stop me too long, clipping her in my arms and angling for a kiss. She tensed, but did not pull away; let me kiss, but did not respond. And in this she was just like when I was seducing Tingting; bursts of passion mixed with stretches of reluctance. She’d kiss back for a moment or two, then withdraw again. Yet clearly she was interested, not murmuring for me to stop as I caressed her body.
I was sitting on the dining room table as this took place, her in my arms, her body held between my knees. I wanted to take her to the bedroom – which of course met with much protest from her, ‘No, no, I can’t, I am not a bad girl..’ Yet even so she let me lead her there. At the threshold she stopped; so I just picked her up – she is light, lithe — and carried her to the bed.
It took a while, her passive and active by turns; a battle between what she wanted to do, and what she was conditioned to do. Again like Tingting, she wanted to be persuaded, wanted to be talked round. And some sweet words, some whispered ‘darlings’ and my assurance that she was not at all a bad girl allowed me to begin to undress her.
And now her reluctance showed for what it was, a mere veneer, for she began to return kiss for kiss, and now with interest, with passion, none of the perfunctory, cool response of before. Now she willingly let me unzip her zip, slip her cute pink skirt up over her head, to reveal her smooth body, her bra, which, unusually, was not a padded one, for her breasts did not need it.
Indeed, she even worried out loud to me that her breasts were too big – a rare worry for a woman here to have. More than this, she was actively apologetic about the size of her breasts, telling me, ‘I hope you don’t mind… I don’t like it..’ And while I tried to convince her that they were wonderful, exciting, sexy, well-shaped, she was reluctant to believe me.
But she was still not fully ready, for she would not let me take her panties off, though I very much wanted to see her naked. But she was pretty sure about keeping her panties (tight fitting white cotton sporty type) on, and I accepted it was as a result of having her period rather than fear of fucking, for by this time I knew she was not a virgin. And so I did not push the matter. Why should I? I now knew that getting was I wanted was just a matter of time. There was no hurry – indeed, the anticipation made it all the more interesting.
I, naturally, was already naked, and at first she refused to look at my cock. And for our whole time abed she was not quite comfortable with it. She half wanted to look, half was afraid to. So I had to ease her hand down there, and then she did caress me a little, but nervously, unsure.
She did gratify me with murmurs as to its size – which murmurs, given her general innocence, could not have been calculated enough to be flattery. ‘It’s so much bigger than my boyfriend’s…His is just…’ and here she tailed off.
Ah, her boyfriend, who she mentioned to me before as something of a playboy, a handsome guy, runner after women. This is palpably rubbish, for what she went on to tell me shows he was no sort of lover. Kissing, caressing, I asked her if she enjoyed sex. ‘Sometimes..’ she said, with not much enthusiasm. In our resulting conversation I learned that she has been with him two years. And in this two years they have made love …six times. So few that it is easy for her to remember each time – each time, I tell myself (with little risk of being wrong) brief and unimaginative. I could easily imagine his technique – brief, hasty, furtive, bumbling; taking, not giving. Six times in two years! I knew that next time we met I would show her more than she’d dreamt of.
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white guys in China
Friday, May 12, 2006
Anyone with even limited China experience has seen it – old fat white guy, young, trim Chinese girl. What’s that like? How do they do it? Why? Everywhere you see it – white guys and Chinese girls, always younger, often by decades.
任何一个哪怕仅有有限中国经验的人都见过：一个又老又肥的白种人身边傍着一个年轻的，苗条的中国姑娘。那是种什么情景？他们怎么做到的？为什么？这种情况到处可见，白人和中国女孩，永远更年轻，经常是相差几十岁。
Now I’m not old nor fat – tall, slender, a Dog year guy. Looks? Shit, back home in the UK zip to speak of, but out here… out here I do pretty well. Yeah, a lot of hay to be made on trading as a Proper English Gentleman.
本人嘛，即不老也不肥，高而瘦 - 狗年生的。 长相嘛，狗屎，在英国老家不值一提，不过在这儿呢？在这儿嘛我可混得不赖啊，打着正经英国绅士的招牌出来混可是有不少好处的。
So here’s how it goes –
Tally before China 1
Tally in China 22
那么来看看我的分数吧：
来中国前: 1
在中国: 22
….
Western guy comes out here, aware he is old, fat, nothing to turn heads. And thus his self-confidence is not too high. He ain’t gonna aim at the stuff that really turns him on. He’s gonna aim for something a bit plainer, a bit easier. And the plainer, less sought after chick – well, perhaps she knows her worth and makes herself more approachable. Whitey, he’s just thrilled that a woman half his age – even a third – seems to pay attention to him, thrill to him. And thus you see many a guy walking down the street with an Edsel. He could have a Porsche. He’s got the mastiff, but wants the whippet, the greyhound.
西方人来到这儿，晓得自己又老又肥，貌不惊人。因此自信心不太高。 他不会瞄准那些一看就真得让自己心动的。他会找比较普通一点儿的，容易一点的下手。而这些普通一点的，不怎么抢手的小鸡 - 嗯 - 也许他知道自己到底值几个钱，于是比较容易上手。而这白人呢，见一个只有他一半 - 有时甚至是三分之一年纪的女人似乎对他感兴趣，简直爽死了！所以你看到很多家伙上街带着个“伊德塞尔”（注：福特汽车的一个品牌，属中低价位车，此处比喻女人的质量档次），其实他本来可以开辆“保时捷”的。他放着马士提夫犬（一种名贵的宠物狗）不要，偏要惠比特犬（一种杂种小猎狗）和灵缇（灰狗，一种低档宠物狗）
Now he could have her. He could.
其实他完全可以得到她，他可以。
….
But that was enough for me. I took the decision then – no more serious relationships; let us not talk of love, or marriage, or even a house together. I have not kept to this, for I have talked of love to many women. But only as a means to an end, that end being bed. Felt love? Scarcely!
但是我已经受够了（前面提到他和一个中国女子在一起恋爱一年）。 我决定充现在开始，再不去找什么所谓的爱情。让爱情，婚姻去见鬼把，就是同居也不可能。谈了那么多感情以后，我不会在有承诺了。爱情不过是为达到一个目的的手段，那个目的就是上床。
So, let’s see, this Saturday I was with Star, this Sunday with Eve. Amid this, I kept Cherry in play via MSN, put in a call to Rina, and teased Tulip by SMS. Susan I sent a flirty email, and Wendy I wooed via her blog. I’ll get back to these later, maybe.
喏，你瞧，这个星期六我和Star在一起，星期天和Yingying在一起。在这期间，我还和Cherry在MSN上保持联系，并通过手机短信挑逗。Susan我给她发了封调情的电邮，并通过Wendy的博客向她求爱。也许，这些我以后再讲吧。
But I will begin with Tingting, a figure from my recent past who I still think of, a lover I am sad to see no longer. In general they come, they go and when they are gone I scarcely think of them; those lovers who I have to pause and think for a second to get the name. Lovers like Gloria, like Lucy, like the others I am sure there are but who have sunk beneath the surface of my memory.
但是我会和Tingting开始，她是我最近的过去仍然想起的，一个我如果见不到会伤心的情人。基本上她们来了，又走了，而当他们走的时候我很少想起她们；那些我必须要停顿一秒钟想一下才能记起名字的情人。像Yan, Lulu，还有其他我确定存在，但是已经下沉到我记忆的表面之下的情人们。
Married Women and Boring Husbands
Friday, May 12, 2006
Tingting was a doctor, and married. Ah, now, married women…
This is worth a digression. It seems to me that, taken on the whole, Chinese men are nice, kind, decent…. And dull, passionless. They’re often less voracious than Western guys, have fewer of their — our — wolvish ways. But they are dull, dull, dull.
I should say that I am a teacher here in China. Teaching is the one job any Westerner can do when he is either incapable or unwilling to do any other job. There are in China a handful of good, concerned teachers, and then a vast pool of guys like me, doing it for the buck and the bang. And teaching is the one surest way to dive into life here, especially at the univesties I work for, with their large numbers of students from all across the board.
Relentlessly social, I have a wide circle of friends, 98% of them women. Indeed, of the 500 of so contacts on my various IM lists there are but a handful of guys. And of the married women friends I have become close enough to to really talk, all are either unsatisfied or outright unhappy with their marriages – indeed, in all the years I have been teaching I have seen only one married couple in class who were obviously, clearly, truly in love.
Sure, and part of this is just because of the cultural difference, for people here, especially the slightly older, married ones, do not show affection in public. But even so… I do believe there’s a great deal of .. well, not actual unhappiness, but just dissatisfaction. I got to know one woman, Linda, quite well recently since I was helping her with her application for some aco stuff, and since I worked hard at it for her she invited me to dinner to thank me. She took me to a great place, too, this all-you-can-eat buffet in such and such mall, up high, with great views across the Huangpu, Shanghai’s central river. And as we talked a bit more personally and she told me she was unhappy with her marriage.
Right, I had already worked out that this was the case, but I was indiscreet enough to ask her, `So, if you had the chance to do it again, would you still marry him?’ She said she would not.. but since she has a 5 year old kid divorce isn’t really an option. It’s so sad.. and a common story.
Tulip, for example – she’s in a sterile marriage – so much so that it is unconsummated. And Cherry, with whom I had lunch yesterday, recently ended her unhappy marriage (it was a good lunch; the right signs were there; the next step is dinner then bed); and then there’s Clarissa (a woman I wanted bad and never got… she’s emigrated now – and maybe just as well else I’d have fallen for her too hard) – and Carolyn (about to divorce when last I spoke with her); and so on.
But for now just Tingting will do. She was – ha, aren’t they all? – a student in one of my classes. This was some months back, March or so, and she caught my eye pretty soon off the start. She was a little shy, but there was mischief in her eye, mischief and amusement. And, and her eyes, deep, liquid, loquacious…Hidden laughter there, secrets.
At the end of the course (for even I have some basic scruples, and try not to hit on a woman while she’s still a student) I gave my email to the whole class – as I do with every class – but made sure to say to her, firmly, `Stay in touch.’ She did, and anon I arranged dinner with her.
Hi,
How are you these days?busy in your teaching?
You may feel funny,but it is true I feel a little scared when I think about our meeting on next Tuesday.It is the first time I alone meet a person I am unfamiliar about.I do not know your cultural backgroud,thinking method,interest,habit.Especially I can not express myself well with your language and you can not express yourself well with my language!Beg do not feel angry or strange if I 临阵脱逃 (好难为情!).
I was very busy these days and felt tired,so I have a rest today and slep all day!(many peple describe me as little pig because I like sleeping!)嘻嘻！
look forward to next Tuesday!
When we met – she carefully dressed, nicely made-up – said again that she was nervous. In the cab, as we talked, however, she mentioned a husband in Taizhou - something I had not expected at all (I’d thought she was maybe 24 or 26; she’s 32…). But my initial chagrin at this soon gave way to a more philosophical reading – her husband was in Taizhou
Such nerves as she had soon disappeared as we chatted at the restaurant, the conversation flowing easily, and me sitting next to her, at right angles, not opposite, the better to whisper close and quite to her. Place I took her to was a small local chain Clarissa had introduced me to, and I’d been there a few days before with someone else.
Now at this time I had thought it would be a good idea to cut back on beer, so I had decided—ha – not to drink that night. But she wanted a beer. And, since I wanted to seduce her, I knew this was the way to get her to overstep her married scruples. So we drank – and she drank really rather well, matching me pace for pace over four bottles (she is from the north of China, where people like to drink. In the south, they drink much less, and women drink almost never). As we drank and talked our body language grew closer, more intimate, caresses and touches. Well.. that is, I touched her more than me she, but she did not demur, nor blush, but rather took it as natural, expected… our conversation mostly just getting to know you chat, but she did talk of her husband a little; saying she went to the city where he worked regularly to see him, but he never came to see her. and that she had been married about six years. She had not wanted to get married so soon, but he did; so she agreed. She spoke of him wholly neutrally, no hint of feeling, emotion; as if he was someone she knew, no more nor less.
What I most wanted to know was if he was the passionless fish that so many guys here are. But I did not really need to ask – he doesn’t come to see her, wanted to get hitched too soon after getting to know her (that’s often a sign of a marriage made for social reasons.) Yeah, he’s the trad type, decent I’m sure but no imagination. And certainly it was easier to think of him that way considering what I had in mind, snatching his wife away from him.
And so as we left the restaurant to walk a while I put my hand round her shoulder, and her waist; but she did not want to hold hands. So there were limits to be pushed past, I saw. Walking her away from the busy streets down one quieter, dark-pooled road, I stopped walking, turned her to me.
Seducing Tingting
Friday, May 12, 2006
She knew what this was, made the usual remarks of No, I’m married, I can’t and Don’t; yet did not turn away from me. I felt sure her life was a desert dry of passion, and that she wanted this to happen, but feared it too. So I pressed on, more and more sure.. she would not let me kiss her, yet held me to her tight, her arm around my waist, pulling me close to her. She half-stepped ahead, as if she wanted to walk on, yet since my arm was still around I stopped again.
It was when she had said No again, and turned from me, that the first kiss happened. She had turned, but not walked away. Gently, I took her by the shoulder, just stopped her. Instead of pulling way, she pressed back against me, her back to my chest, pressing her body into mine, a finger in my beard. .. and as I moved my head down to her, she turned her lips up…then, at the last moment, moved so that the kiss landed on her cheek. But I chased it to her lips and she let me – briefly, briefly. And that’s how it was for a while, stop, start, chase, refuse, each play ending with a more lingering kiss after it. And her protests changed, from `No’ to `It’s in the street’ to `I am a traditional woman.’
She was yielding, melting…. I saw success ahead.
But then it seemed to swing the other way — `I want to go home now’ she said, and `You go to your home, and I’ll go to mine.’
But citing a code of gentlemanliness which I do not really believe, I said `I can’t let you go home alone, I’ll just see you to your place and then take the cab on to the subway.’ She allowed that, and we kissed more in the taxi. She was again hot, cold; I’d pull her towards me, she’d lie in my arms, we’d kiss, and passionately too, and then she’d say `We’re in a taxi’ and pull away from me, her body language more defensive, her gaze firmly out of the window. And so I was more or less going to leave it there, let her go, and hope to the future.
But when the cab arrived she paid the fare, meaning the cabbie put his flag up and wanted to be on his way, giving me the perfect excuse to get out. And so I did, and so we walked, and kissed more.
`No.. it’s too near my hospital’ she said; but I moved us into a shadowy spot and we kissed more. Passionate again, and she clung to me, murmured into my mouth.
`Take me home with you’ I asked – cajoled, wheedled. But she would not. So we kissed more, and through her clothes I quested a hand over her breasts, pussy… which she’d accepted for a few seconds before moving my hand away with a `Not in the street.’ We went around like this for some time, and it seemed settled she would not take me home. More than that, she did not want me to know where she lived, for she said several times, `Go home, you go home then when you’re in the taxi I’ll go home.’
I didn’t want to force her too hard, so eventually I acquiesced. `I hope I’ll see you again?’ I said.
`I’ll never see you again’ she replied, but lightly, with a laugh in her voice, to show I had not alienated her.
And so I left, but only to the end of the street, where I stepped into a recessed doorway, to see what she’d do. She sat on the pavement, just sat.. I watched for 5 minutes or so as she sat there unmoving, becoming a little worried about her safety. And, thus worried, slowly walked back to her. She had her head in her hands, so, quiet, I just sat on a low piece of wall behind her, watching, waiting.
Her body language showed her turbulence, her fingers quick and busy, active, beating her head with her hands, in what I assume was an attempt to clear and calm her mind, settle her tempest – though it looked more like extreme distraction. After doing this a couple of times, she rose, turned – shrieked — `你吓死我了’—and came over to me, mock anger that was in fact excitement, gladness, on her face; and indeed we were straight away in each other’s arms. This time I tried what ought have been the obvious strategy from the start — `Come to my place.’ Because of course not only was I asking her to betray her husband, I was asking her to do it in her own flat. And that was obviously too much for one leap.
`No.. no, I’m a married woman, I’m traditional, I cannot come home with you.’
Yet breaking from kisses, she seemed inclined to come home with me, and that just as a taxi drove by…but the driver did not see my wave, drove on, leaving the streets again empty. I cursed at this, for I knew I needed to keep her hot, get her into a cab soon before she cooled, changed her mind. As time was important, we walked to a larger road just nearby, but there were no taxis there and, it being better lit, she was too shy to kiss. Again I cursed, for I could feel passion ebbing. But perhaps she was more determined that I thought, for when a taxi came she did get in with me. In this taxi it was as before, now hot now cold; and at my flat, the reality of what she was contemplating hit her. She stood on the balcony, looking across the city, thinking it over, as I partly held her from behind and partly, hurriedly, tidied up my room – and replied to SMSs from another woman, messages of love which I batted back brief and cynical with a `Me too’ and `about to run out of credit’ (a lie to stop more messages or, worse, a call)
But it all turned out smooth; she made her decision, came into the bedroom.. had a minor qualm — `I won’t lie down, I’ll only sit’ – but lie down she did, pushed gently to it by me; and from there it was just a matter of keeping her stoked, growing her passion with kisses and caresses so she’d let me undress her. It took a few minutes, and at first she did not want me to take off her top; but kisses and still more kisses yielded her, and slowly I eased up her top, and, before she had time quite to stop me, slipped down her bra and kissed her nipple. She arched her back up against me in pleasure at that… then insisted `Shut the light, shut the light, I am shy, I am traditional’; and so I did; and so she yielded fully, allowing me to slip off her top, deftly unhook her bra, to see in the moonlight her petite, firm breasts, exactly as I like them, sexy, sweet; and, of course, a bother to her, `They are too small’; which I have found many Chinese women feel.
Undressing Tingting
Friday, May 12, 2006
I was less deft with her skirt; but, having made her choice she was determined, guided my fingers to the buttons. And off it came, to reveal plain white standard uninspiring knickers. Another time I will write all about underwear and Chinese woman; it’s an interesting topic.
She flinched at first when I kissed her pussy through the fabric; but more kisses on her mouth, and breasts, erased those qualms, and down came the panties – her pussy neatly trimmed, elegant, her body beautiful, lithe, smooth. She flinched again when I went down on her and almost pushed my head away. But only almost; she stopped that when the feeling of it hit her. I guess her husband is a dull guy… in fact, I am sure of it, for, later, after demurring at going on top but then doing it anyway, and doing it with great verve and passion (moving her hips so that her pussy made tiny circles with my cock, and combining this with pelvic squeezes; or arching back to ride me, or falling forward to kiss me) she told me `I never do it like that.. I’ve only ever done it with the man on top..’
This is why China is pussy paradise; six years this guy has had this wife, and has never thought to try anything beyond the missionary, has never even (my ego prompts me to be sure) gone down on her. Thirty two years, and she has never been eaten out. And yet the passion with which she fucked me, and her general willingness to try anything I suggested, shows how open minded and keen to find out she is; and how she moved when she straddled me shows she has given it some thought, done some reading – for she did not at all behave like the novice she said she was.
It is women like her who make life so joyful here – and not just for the sheer easy sex of it, but also for the wonderfully ego-boosting kick of giving them a pleasure they have never felt before.
And so we made pretty good love, and she got into it, as I did. Doctor that she is, she was of course wary of pregnancy, and so I wore a condom, after some hassle in getting it on and her amused laughter at it being too small. This too is worth writing about at some point, for there is much to say about cock sizes and condoms.
When I came I began to pull it off so as to come on her, and she grabbed it too, sweeping it off and frenziedly milking my cock as I came on her. It was indeed most sexy. After cuddles, and a shower, and just some lazing, I was horny again, for she is most sexy, most lithe, and we went at it once more. But this time I could not come, with the small uncomfortable blob. `Don’t use….don’t 勉强..’ she whispered to me, `It’s ok, we just need time to get used to each other..’ so we talked and cuddled some more and I drifted into sleep. But she didn’t torn, I guess, by guilt. Indeed, each time I woke it was to see her awake, either looking at me or, at one point, standing by the window, looking over the city.. I wonder what she was thinking about? This morning, after we’d made love twice more, I told her I was worried at how little she’d slept in the night, that I had seen her staring out of the window. `You saw that?’ she asked.. `I thought you were asleep.’ I think she was also a little touched at this sign of care for her, that I had been watching, worried.
Making love in the morning light was new to her, too.. `I never do it in the morning’ she said. And again I was astonished at the paucity of imagination this suggests in her husband. I guess he’s a ten strokes and jackpot-goodnight kinda’ guy. But it was sexy, close, sweet, to be able to see her lithe trim body, watch her eyes, enjoy her hair falling around her face as she rode me. A fine woman.
As before, the second time it was hard to for me to come with the blob. We had begun to fuck without it, for it was pregnancy she worried about, not disease. It so happened a week before this I’d had to take a medical check, standard procedure for a foreigner seeking a work permit here. Part of this check involved a blood test, and so I was able to set her mind at rest as to AIDS, showing her the resultant print out – the many details of which, rather charmingly, she explained to me as we sat in bed.
But fucking her bare like this made me ready to come pretty soon, though in general I can control that fairly well. So I hauled on a new blob and this squeezed me back down to a semi, as well as making her a little dry. Instead I finished off by hand, and she had a go at helping me. She did not too badly either, even using her mouth on me, very briefly; it was pretty obvious this also was new to her, and perhaps a bit much to get into along with all the other new things. Once again I came all over her, and she enjoyed it, great thick gouts of come all up her body, pooling in the hollow of her neck. The excitement of a new woman always makes me come big, and I guess this, and the obvious excitement on my face, gratified her.
So it was a good night… though she put me to shame a little by – justly – commenting on the messiness of my room. And