August 23, 2002

A Cambodian Love Story

By Señor © 2002

Let’s call a spade a spade: Asia is a male pornographic fantasy world. The women are not only absolutely beautiful, but they are also raised to serve and please their men. Whether he be a husband, father, son or nephew, as long as he is male, women are trained to serve. Because prostitution is completely accepted, basically any man can have any woman he chooses and be treated like royalty!

I consider myself to be a pretty liberal guy. I believe that women are equal and even superior to men in many ways. But I am a man and more often, a very horny man. Over the last three months I have given up drugs, alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and basically all delicious foods I once loved. But I have not given up sex!

I am not embarrassed to say that a dozen times everyday I find myself gawking at a beautiful Asian woman and crudely thinking, "God I'd love to fuck her!" That’s what made meeting Chetra so special. When I first met Chetra in Phnom Penh, Cambodia last April, I immediately thought to myself, "Holy shit I want to marry this woman!" Chetra is beyond beautiful. Sweet as can be, flowing with good energy, always smiling, she makes the world a better place just by being! Was it love at first sight? It just might have been.

I traveled with Chetra for a short while. Eventually, when the time came for me to leave Cambodia and Chetra behind, we had an emotionally charged, teary-eyed goodbye. I promised to her that I would return!

Within the month I returned. I waited for hours outside of Chetra's apartment, desperately hoping that she was in town and would be home shortly. Finally, she arrived and love was in the air. Once again our time was filled was passion and romance and once again our time came to an end. The States were calling me back and I went home. I vowed to both Chetra and myself that I would be back.

I am a man of my word and one again I touched down upon the friendly confines of Phnom Penh, Cambodia’s capital city. I immediately called Chetra on her father's cell phone (the only way to reach her) only to find the number had been disconnected! I would not be deterred. I hopped on the next "moto taxi" and headed straight to her apartment. Again I waited for hours, but this time Chetra never came. As the sun was going down a tall black man from Africa approached me. In perfect English he told me that "Chetra does not live here anymore." Who he was and how did he know I was waiting for Chetra is beyond me. He had no more information to offer. I thanked him and went on my way... straight to the bar.

Yes, the bar. I had not had a drink in three months, but I was depressed and couldn’t think of anything I needed more. My plan was to drink and drown my sorrows. I ordered my first beer and sat in a daze just staring at it. Just as I brought that beer to my lips, in walked Chetra! To fully appreciate the bizarreness of this situation, you have to realize a couple of things. First of all, Chetra had no idea that I was in Cambodia at the time. And as bizarre is the fact that Chetra does not drink and she has been to a bar no more than three or four times in her entire life. In my absence Chetra had taken on a job as a waitress. Coincidentally that fateful night was the birthday of Chetra's boss and out of all the bars in Phnom Penh he picked to celebrate, he had chosen the very same bar into which I had I had walked to drown my sorrows! A look of shock came to our faces. Our smiles erupted and we collapsed into each other’s embrace. Fate surely intervened that magical night.

Well, I'm not much of a romantic and I'm not a sucker for happy endings. So it’s with only mild regret that I must tell you the magic was gone. The day had arrived to say goodbye for good. Like any stand up guy would do, I lied to Chetra. I told her that Uncle Sam was shipping me off to Iraq for a tour of duty and my return to civilization was doubtful. Chetra’s sobs were the last I'd ever hear from her.

Now, here I sit in Koh Samui, Thailand, in a bungalow on the beach, where the weather is perfect, and the scenery gorgeous and dozens of times everyday I see a beautiful woman and think to myself, "God I'd love to fuck her!"

Señor is a pants dropper from Samui, Thailand.

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