There are many a story about bad girl hurting good man. But you hardly publish stories about a good girl getting hurt by a bad man. Here’s is a story to open your eyes to that:
I used to be a good girl, but I was foolish too. I loved, and lost badly. My heat’s broken, so is my spirit.
My name is Fon. I am a 19 year-old Thai girl. I attend one of the most recognized universities in Thailand. I come a from an upper-class family. I can speak English and Japanese fluently.
My parents are very strict. They have never allowed me to have a boyfriend. They want me to finish my studies first.
I have met many admirers at the university, but I was never the one for Thai men. Their sole intention is to sweet talk me into bed. I would never fall for that.
One day, a foreign man added me on ICQ. He said he is 25 and that he lived and worked in Thailand. He surprised me because he was able to chat with me in Thai. He sounded very intelligent. He knew a lot about Thailand, and the world. He could speak many languages. The way he chatted was so polite and so decent I immediately fell for his charm. He asked me whether I would like to meet him. I said that maybe one day I would meet him, but it was too soon.
We chatted for two weeks, and at the end of the two weeks he brought up the question of meeting again. Once again I said that I want more time. But this time he was more persuasive. He said I am wasting his time if I chat with him without having any intention of meeting him. He said if I didn’t meet him within the next 30 days, he would erase me from his ICQ list. I should’ve erased him then and there. Instead I met him a few days later.
He was a true gentleman. He knew how to treat a woman (at least on a date). I didn’t go to meet him alone. I had a few friends in the cafe where we were seated. They were sitting far away, but he was aware that I had company. He wasn’t upset. He said that proved that I was a good girl.
We met regularly after that. After two more weeks, I dropped my bodyguards. I trusted this man. I trusted him so much, that, two weeks later, i.e., four weeks after our first “date”, I went to see him at his apartment when he fell ill. It was a Saturday, and I had to sneak out of the house to go and see him. We started kissing soon after I got there. That was my first kiss in life. Soon, he had me naked. I was scared. I told him I don’t want to have sex. I told him I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity. He said that’s okay. We didn’t have sex that afternoon.
On Wednesday I asked him over the phone whether he really loved me. He got very upset by that. He said that I didn’t trust him. He gave me the link to your website, and told me how it is he that should not trust me, and not vice-versa.
That Sunday I once again managed to sneak out of the house to meet him at his apartment. This time he wasn’t friendly at all. He said that I didn’t trust him. He told me that he doesn’t want a girlfriend who didn’t trust him. He told me that there’s only one way to prove that I loved him.
Yes. Sex.
That evening, I gave up my virginity. I can still feel not only the pain, but the shame too. But I loved him. He told me he will never leave me. He told me that I was the “one”. I believed him.
Two weeks later, he said that I was not what he was looking for, and he dumped me. Just like that.
Do I hate him for what he did? No. I still love him. He was a bastard. He used me for sex. But I still love him. For him, I was nothing but a free and clean prostitute. But I can’t bring myself to hate him. I only hate myself.
I have got to say this to all those guys who are looking for fresh meat: There are enough whores out there. Have all the fun you want with them. I have nothing against sex tourists. But please don’t break hearts for sex.
I know some of you might have done alot for someone who doesn't love you, you could please comment on this story and tell this little girl from Thailand what to do or also share your own true experience for people to assist you.
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