Mott St & Beyond - My Chinese Ex
Adventures on Mott Street and Beyond
It seems like things were not going well with my Internet dating situation although I was determined to find the right person for me, and someone that I felt really liked me. Only thing was in reality, I was setting myself up for one crazy situation after another.
Mary was a Chinese woman I met online. She had a few photos on her profile, seemed like she had a warm heart, and was second generation, which meant she was born here. She was a costume designer by profession but worked in an all-year-round costume shop in the East Village to make ends meet. She lived on Mott Street in New York’s Chinatown.
I met Mary for the first time in person after work one night. I recall it was a warm Friday evening, and I went to the costume shop on 13th street in Greenwich Village. When I first saw her I noticed she wore glasses, had a nice smile, was witty, was short and a little round, but I wasn’t judgmental. I took her out for a nice dinner, something reasonably priced like Mexican food, and noticing she liked margaritas, we had quite a few. We made it to the park on 14th street and Union Square where we sat and talked for a long time. We kissed goodnight, and I said to myself I’d like to see this woman again.
But Mary was always busy. She would be up late at night putting costumes together by hand. Stitching fabrics, and helping out at local University campus amateur plays with the designs and stuff, she promised to keep in touch. Our second date was at another place in the village one night after I met her for Salsa classes. OK, I thought, that too, she’s a dancer.
I finally asked her if she wanted to come over and I’d make something for dinner. I’d even do it early and on a Saturday considering her schedule. I was out of touch and liked cooking, but when you’re alone, you find yourself cooking less and less.
Surprisingly, Mary also suffered from diabetes, and had to watch a lot of other things too…meaning she couldn’t drink too much….but she loved it when I made strong cocktails and she got drunk easily, we both did.
I told her about my past, and my experiences, and she listened, which was a positive thing. Although she was tough to please in bed (she had a delicate spot which was her orgasm point), I would try my damnedest, but I think she enjoyed our hours-long fuck sessions.
She also really knew how to suck a cock real good. Another positive notation in my private book of perviness. For me, when a woman looks into your eyes as she’s going down on you, and then swallows your seed…you’ve not only become hooked on the girl, but you’re gonna try to keep her too. We even tried anal sometimes and I have to say while it’s not in my top two of sexual things to do, with her it was nice, and quite something.
However the balloon was about to burst with my fantasy girl. I went with her to a big event in Brooklyn, it was the birthday or retirement of her older brother, and her sister was there and tons of people. I had not been back to Bensonhurst in decades and found that it had changed quite a lot. There were a lot more Asians living there than Italians, and Asian stores and shops were all over the shopping area strips where before it was strictly Italian. Things change all over.
We had a good relationship brewing, and I started to say I’ve never been to her place on Mott Street. Turned out it was owned by her parents, who both passed on, but Mary used to own a condo in Queens, and bad business decisions and the recession broke her, and she had to store a lot of her stuff, and the rest of it in this apartment.
Well, remember the nightmarish garbage strewn place of the schizophrenic woman I told of earlier? Mary’s place was little different. She couldn’t pay the electric bill so there were no lights except battery-operated ones here and there…and it was hard to walk around as all the rooms were filled floor to ceiling with garbage bags containing, she said, fabric materials. I couldn’t even get through the bathroom door without difficulty as it was stuck in a strange position, and imagine showering in the dark lit only by candles?
Yeah, you can’t. There used to be a living room but it was blocked off with piles of newspaper, trash, and more garbage bags. I started to think if I shared a space with this woman would she do the same thing in our place, or would I have to always be the one keeping it clean? Damn what a surprise that was.
On Mott Street she slept on the floor, on a small mattress, and on occasion when I stayed over it was either a freezing room in the winter, or hot as hell in the summer. How did we both fit on a single person mattress? We did. We also had great sex there. I recall one time when it was so hot outside and we were both sweating, and I just bent her over and started fucking her in the ass. She turned around licked my cock off and blew me and swallowed. I know, how can you let someone like this go?
It really bugged me about the condition of her apartment, and then she started to drop hints about us shacking up, but you know what that meant, living with me. For one reason, or another, but mostly due to her schedule, and the fact that she was getting out of work way too late at night to make it to Jersey City, we started to see less and less of each other.
Months went by, and I thought I would try again with Mary. She was unhappy that we split up for a bit, but she wasn’t available so much so it’s not like it was my fault entirely, and I kept thinking just how together is this person?
We started to see each other more frequently again, and then she dropped a bomb on me. She was suddenly desperate to have a c***d!
When I told her I wasn’t sure myself of that at that time, and was not keen on getting married anytime soon, again either…visions suddenly filled my mind of a pregnant Asian woman living with me, and a crying baby. Some people might find that fetish fuel…the pregnant Asian part folks, but it was too much to wrap my brain around. I never saw her again after that day, but thought of getting together now and then. Months later she left me a voicemail, only seconds long. “Hello, its Mary”. That was years ago. I hope she’s doing well.
It seems like things were not going well with my Internet dating situation although I was determined to find the right person for me, and someone that I felt really liked me. Only thing was in reality, I was setting myself up for one crazy situation after another.
Mary was a Chinese woman I met online. She had a few photos on her profile, seemed like she had a warm heart, and was second generation, which meant she was born here. She was a costume designer by profession but worked in an all-year-round costume shop in the East Village to make ends meet. She lived on Mott Street in New York’s Chinatown.
I met Mary for the first time in person after work one night. I recall it was a warm Friday evening, and I went to the costume shop on 13th street in Greenwich Village. When I first saw her I noticed she wore glasses, had a nice smile, was witty, was short and a little round, but I wasn’t judgmental. I took her out for a nice dinner, something reasonably priced like Mexican food, and noticing she liked margaritas, we had quite a few. We made it to the park on 14th street and Union Square where we sat and talked for a long time. We kissed goodnight, and I said to myself I’d like to see this woman again.
But Mary was always busy. She would be up late at night putting costumes together by hand. Stitching fabrics, and helping out at local University campus amateur plays with the designs and stuff, she promised to keep in touch. Our second date was at another place in the village one night after I met her for Salsa classes. OK, I thought, that too, she’s a dancer.
I finally asked her if she wanted to come over and I’d make something for dinner. I’d even do it early and on a Saturday considering her schedule. I was out of touch and liked cooking, but when you’re alone, you find yourself cooking less and less.
Surprisingly, Mary also suffered from diabetes, and had to watch a lot of other things too…meaning she couldn’t drink too much….but she loved it when I made strong cocktails and she got drunk easily, we both did.
I told her about my past, and my experiences, and she listened, which was a positive thing. Although she was tough to please in bed (she had a delicate spot which was her orgasm point), I would try my damnedest, but I think she enjoyed our hours-long fuck sessions.
She also really knew how to suck a cock real good. Another positive notation in my private book of perviness. For me, when a woman looks into your eyes as she’s going down on you, and then swallows your seed…you’ve not only become hooked on the girl, but you’re gonna try to keep her too. We even tried anal sometimes and I have to say while it’s not in my top two of sexual things to do, with her it was nice, and quite something.
However the balloon was about to burst with my fantasy girl. I went with her to a big event in Brooklyn, it was the birthday or retirement of her older brother, and her sister was there and tons of people. I had not been back to Bensonhurst in decades and found that it had changed quite a lot. There were a lot more Asians living there than Italians, and Asian stores and shops were all over the shopping area strips where before it was strictly Italian. Things change all over.
We had a good relationship brewing, and I started to say I’ve never been to her place on Mott Street. Turned out it was owned by her parents, who both passed on, but Mary used to own a condo in Queens, and bad business decisions and the recession broke her, and she had to store a lot of her stuff, and the rest of it in this apartment.
Well, remember the nightmarish garbage strewn place of the schizophrenic woman I told of earlier? Mary’s place was little different. She couldn’t pay the electric bill so there were no lights except battery-operated ones here and there…and it was hard to walk around as all the rooms were filled floor to ceiling with garbage bags containing, she said, fabric materials. I couldn’t even get through the bathroom door without difficulty as it was stuck in a strange position, and imagine showering in the dark lit only by candles?
Yeah, you can’t. There used to be a living room but it was blocked off with piles of newspaper, trash, and more garbage bags. I started to think if I shared a space with this woman would she do the same thing in our place, or would I have to always be the one keeping it clean? Damn what a surprise that was.
On Mott Street she slept on the floor, on a small mattress, and on occasion when I stayed over it was either a freezing room in the winter, or hot as hell in the summer. How did we both fit on a single person mattress? We did. We also had great sex there. I recall one time when it was so hot outside and we were both sweating, and I just bent her over and started fucking her in the ass. She turned around licked my cock off and blew me and swallowed. I know, how can you let someone like this go?
It really bugged me about the condition of her apartment, and then she started to drop hints about us shacking up, but you know what that meant, living with me. For one reason, or another, but mostly due to her schedule, and the fact that she was getting out of work way too late at night to make it to Jersey City, we started to see less and less of each other.
Months went by, and I thought I would try again with Mary. She was unhappy that we split up for a bit, but she wasn’t available so much so it’s not like it was my fault entirely, and I kept thinking just how together is this person?
We started to see each other more frequently again, and then she dropped a bomb on me. She was suddenly desperate to have a c***d!
When I told her I wasn’t sure myself of that at that time, and was not keen on getting married anytime soon, again either…visions suddenly filled my mind of a pregnant Asian woman living with me, and a crying baby. Some people might find that fetish fuel…the pregnant Asian part folks, but it was too much to wrap my brain around. I never saw her again after that day, but thought of getting together now and then. Months later she left me a voicemail, only seconds long. “Hello, its Mary”. That was years ago. I hope she’s doing well.
5 years ago