They are just beginning to learn sex and sometimes fall victim to the emotions it provokes
January 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
Dao was a pure pleasure: a girl from the coffee plantations, she had just arrived that day. She had a lovely smile, she was polite and deferential; it was a cold night and she became very cold on the bike, so when we got home I made her a hot bath, a hot chocolate and warm pajamas to warm up: she was surprised and pleased and embarrassed by the attention. The way she kissed me afterwards — self-consciously but generously — made it clear that she liked and trusted me — indeed, that I appeared to her a kind of mirage: a fairly youthful, good looking, well paying, gentle and kind customer on her first night of work. Her city career would work out well.
The sex was lousy as always, though she did try hard to oblige and there was a brief spark of fire. In the morning I drove her home and she was lost, unable to find her room, a little worried (what if I cannot find my way) and again embarrassed — me sun-burnt country bumpkin coffee picker, what I am doing in the big city. We found the place at last; she pointed out her room in that natural gesture she would use with any new acquaintance. She thanked me politely and — putting her palms together and bowing, offered a pretty, low wai.
She was a gem: an unspoiled girl observing faithfully the feudal principles of respectful subservience to one’s employer. I didn’t offer to trade numbers or to meet again: things could only go down from there. Dao would learn to be city-like — vulgar and insensitive before she learned better sex. Or worse: she might fall in love. These are, after all, girls: they sleep around no more than European college girls do. Like them they are just beginning to learn sex and like them they sometimes fall victim to the emotions it provokes.