A Slave to the Fantasy Read Free Page B

a particular problem causing this weakness.
     
    This is the curse of the deep thinker when it came to
getting women. Maybe the beer dulled away that sharp sword. He
thought about things less? He thought more powerfully?
     
    At any rate, it felt good and it felt right. She was
different and he wanted her. He had no money and no way to meet
her. She was thousands of miles away. A full two oceans apart. A
poor peasant girl in the Philippines, but with a powerful ability
to focus her english to attract a white man from the west, even if
she denied that was her intent.
     
    It read something like this:
    “I am completing my college degree (marketing). I
love experiencing and trying new things. I am looking to travel. I
want a man who is generous, thoughtful, and most of all
intelligent. I believe in equality and generosity for those less
fortunate.” On and on it went with some of the most well-written
prose you find on any dating site, even ones with predominantly
American users.
    Then there was another thing that stood out: when
given the option of looking for romance, dating, marriage, or pen
pal, she chose pen pal.
     
    She was 19 and Roberts was 36. Deep dark skin with
large full lips, a lithe but filled out body, 5 feet 5 inches (tall
side for a Filipina), feline eyes.
     
    Samuel Roberts was taken.
     
     
    When she'd look into the camera serious, her eyes
would almost dance where one was slightly off center. Not so much
that it would make you think there was anything physically wrong.
It added an innocence to her visage that frankly drove Roberts into
orbit. He was captivated the more he examined the photos.
     
    He imagined waking up to this natural beauty and her
hair flowing wildly over her eyes while he gently rubbed her
bottom, and up and down her lovely legs, and her willingly falling
on top of him begging for deep love making. How this might
transform his day and give it life and energy, rather than the
drain of his almost daily involvement with internet
pornography.
     
    This girl. When she smiled, it was a slight forward
bite on the bottom making her chin more pronounced, but her teeth
we're flawless and white.
     
    The profile. The part about looking for a pen pal and
not romance, went right over his head.
    All he saw was beauty, striking beauty wrapped in a
youthful innocent, but upwardly mobile package. She wanted more and
he felt he possessed the power to give her more. Immediately he was
inventing future outcomes in his head.
     
    This was the essence and attraction of looking for
companionship in a foreign land using the internet, if you were a
westerner from a more prosperous country. Unlike the persistent
feeling of dealing with women in your area where he couldn't
achieve power in the interaction, the attraction was a given in
almost any case where Roberts contacted and got to know a girl from
the Philippines.
     
    The yes in the form of reciprocation of interest
initially and throughout the “getting to know you” process was so
much more gratifying to his male ego. It was refreshing probably
because it wasn't the work. He had come to see dealing with
American women as a tiring cat and mouse game of not acting too
interested too fast.
     
    He felt like with practice, he had cracked the code
with a Filipino or Thai girl online and he was now determined to
pull out all the stops in his pursuit of Tanya.
     
    …
    She jumped online. The family only had one computer
and they shared it. Tanya loved the attention from these western
men.
     
    She probably got on Filipino Lover and put down a
profile because of the ego boost it gave her. She had to admit it
to herself. She hated to do that of course. No one wants to face
the truth about why they actually do things right?
     
    She admitted this to her closest friends, when she
told them she had created the account.
     
    Most of them were so old. Old enough to be her father
or even older. Many of them were older than her grandfather. “What
the heck?” She