Author: OneEyedDick

>Hello everyone! And many thanks to everyone who sent me all kinds of messages! This is a story of one of my favourite times with Ling, parts of it were redacted for storytelling purposes, but the essence is here anyway. Hope you will enjoy!

This story takes place a little while after my previous one ended. Ling and I have been seeing each other now and then. We were both very busy, but her work was much more stressful than mine and she would would often need a lot of time by herself to rest. Ling worked in finance, for a big local bank. It was close to be her dream job, except the position she landed wasn’t as high up in the hierarchy as she would have wanted. That, and the fact that one of her colleague was a massive bitch. She probably had a common, if not pretty, Chinese name but always introduced herself as Jennifer, which is neither rare nor pretty. Born and raised in one of Shanghai’s most recent district, she left to study finance in the United-States before going back home. She joined the company a week before Ling and got the post she wanted thanks to her american experience. One time, when she got drunk, Ling said Jennifer only got there because she was good at stealing corporate secrets and sucking dick. When I asked her if there was any truth in that, she gave me her worst shit-eating grin before replying that only half was true, but that I wouldn’t get to know which half it was. Read more »

Ling and I met through tinder, but we only met each other after a couple of weeks of texting. We met at a coffee shop downtown, but she left after what was probably less than an hour. Back then, she was landing job interviews after job interviews, which required a lot of preparation and she was naturally washed off at the end of day. Since I was very busy at the time, I didn’t mind waiting, plus our conversations were fun. Ling was smart, curious and the opposite of obnoxious, which is my favourite match. She came from a very conservative family in the central parts of China and her family never really accepted, or even understood, her choice to remain on the coast after her studies. As many successful young women like her, she was constantly being pulled, on one side, by her family, and, on the other side, by the gravitational pit of fun that was the life on the coast. That situation took a lot of energy from her, as it was often very tedious to argue over and over the same topic all the time. She told me quite a few times that she felt caged and dreamt of jumping into a plane and escaping far away from it all. Read more »