So I knew now there was only one week left. For two weeks now, May Linh had been living with me, as a roommate so to speak, in the secluded place by the ocean I had bought in that Southeastern Asian country for this purpose. She had agreed to a contract stating that she’d be nude in and around the house. And nude she had been since day one she had arrived.
It was Friday late at night and old Mr. Me was happy to have a moment to consider all that had happened lately, since Lily arrived. I was on my porch, drinking beer, smoking. I had a French joint and I was glad to have a chance to be alone looking at the sea and the big sky. Both May Linh and Lily were asleep. Lily had her period today. Everything considered, I was glad to have a moment of peace.
When I devised this scheme – all of it spelled out in a fair and square contract of course – to have Asian ladies living in the nude with me, I thought of it as a piece of cake. A fair contract and roll baby roll. Well there are cherries but a piece of cake it is not. When old Mr. Me wrote the first contract, for May Linh, I thought I was a pastry chef of my own kind. Then Lily came and she blew my cake up to pieces. Happy birthday old man!
I didn’t know the reasons why such a woman as Maggie had agreed to old Mr. Me’s contract but I figured that, whatever she was fleeing from, she hadn’t anticipated what she would find once she reached my house by the beach in this warm southeastern Asian country. Well, first she met with May Linh and Lily, living in the nude, and, I guess, this was a shocker enough. But that was just a start.
The Chinese philosopher Li Yu, I think, theorized that what he calls the ‘commerce with women’, meaning sex, should be thought of as a medicine. In substance, he explains that ‘commercing’ with women, often but without exaggeration over a long period of time, is extremely benefic for a man’s health. He presumed it is just as benefic for women’s health.
Marriage sucks but it usually sucks because of you. Most of the time, you asked for it. You said yes and, nine times out of ten, you made the wrong choice. You were left to make your own decisions and it shows. So, if marriage sucks, it is mostly because of you, not because of her or him.
It’s not for lack of opportunities. Every man and woman has an opportunity to meet the right person. Really, it often comes early in your life, while you’re still full of energy. But it can come late. Anyway, there’s always at least one chance to meet your mate. Birds and some mammals never miss, human beings miss a lot!!!!