I can still remember the day I lost my V. I was 18 and I was beginning to enjoy adulthood.
I gained freedom after I got into poly and I was eager to explore the world and experience new things. I had heard about the famous Jo Chiat road from my friends and had decided to check it out.
It was a busy road filled with people from all walks of life. There were Vietnamese food vendors selling food, store owners trying to make a sale, and of course, the occasional “prostitute”pok pok gei” looking for her next customer.
I was curious and decided to explore further.
That’s when I saw her. She was a Vietnamese woman, standing in a doorway, looking out into the road. There was something about her that drew me in. I don’t know what it was, but I knew I wanted to get to know her.
I approached her and asked if she was interested in having a drink with me. She said yes and we went to a nearby bar. We talked for hours and it became clear to me that she was not a “chicken”, but rather a woman who had just recently come to Singapore in search of a better life.
We connected on a level I had never experienced before and I knew that I wanted to be with her.
The next day, I asked her to come back to my place. She agreed and we went back to my apartment. We talked for a while before I finally mustered up the courage to ask her if she wanted to have S. She said yes and I will never forget what happened next.
It was a slow and passionate first time. She took her time teaching me the ways of love and I will never forget the way she made me feel that night. I had lost my V to a stranger, a Vietnamese woman from Jo Chiat road.
Here comes the problem, after we completed our deed she wanted $200. I was stunned and paid her up.
I never saw her again after that night.
I am now married to a wonderful man and I am so grateful to have found the love of my life. But I will always remember that special night with the Vietnamese woman from Jo Chiat road who took my V.