[Disclaimer: too long, don’t read] The other night, Joe and I went out drinking. We were minding our own business when the people at the table next to us decided to say hello. The guy who said hello is a 65 year old French guy (let’s call him Francois lol) and he was with 3 young people. Seated beside Francois was a beautiful young Filipina woman, his young wife (who I learned later on is only 18).
They are newlyweds (they just got married last November, when he was 64 and she 17). Joe and I looked at each other when we found out their age.
Francois then decided to tell my boyfriend that he is lucky that he is dating a Filipina girl. He was like,
“Filipinas, they make the best wives! You’re lucky, Joe. Don’t let go of your girlfriend.”
I smiled. I felt flattered. But then he added,
“They cook for you, do whatever you want, they don’t talk much, they’re screamers (*wink wink nudge nudge*)… just feed them money and they’re at your beck and call. They’re just the best!”
I raised my eyebrows and was like “Excuse me?” Francoise further stated,
“I’ve been with so many women before, I don’t like European girls, they’re too stuck up. American girls, they don’t like my accent. I like Asian girls. I’ve been with Thai girls, Vietnamese girls, Cambodian girls… but I like the Filipinas the best. You just give them money and give their parents money and she’s yours forever. If she doesn’t do what you want, just threaten to leave her and she’ll be on her knees begging for forgiveness. I love it! They’re so submissive!”
At this point I was like “Oh no you didn’t” but I didn’t show it. I just kept my cool and poise. Joe just kept looking at me trying to tell me “control yourself” with his eyes.
He was generalizing young Asian women as dependent on rich, older white men. I was fuming inside. I have nothing against May-December relationships. I just didn’t like what Francois said about money and “just threaten her that you’ll leave her and she’ll submit to you.” He was being a douchebag. So Joe was like,
“If I threaten her that I’ll leave her, Dimple will be like, ‘good riddance!’ Hahaha! She can have any man she wants and she can find one in a snap. But for me, I only got lucky with her. I don’t even know what she sees in me. But I’m happy with her. We’re both very happy with each other.”
And those words assured me that I really hit the jackpot with my Joe.
Then his wife said, “I’m so surprised your age is so close together! Most Filipinas I know who date white men are much much younger than their boyfriends.” She then asked me, “Does he [Joe] support you financially?” I was like, “No. We each have our own source of income. He never gives me money. I don’t allow him to.”
Then Joe said,
“I really am lucky to have my girlfriend,” (Francois nodded in agreement.) “She’s smarter than me, she graduated from the best university in the country, she doesn’t ask money from me coz she’s actually richer than me, she’s the one with the corner office. I’m unemployed right now, I’m just finishing school. She’s independent and she’s the most intelligent woman I know.”
He held my hand and squeezed it and I smiled at my boyfriend. He showed the French guy that not all Filipinas are dependent and money-hungry gold-diggers. The look on Francois’ face showed that look of yeah-you’re-lucky-she-doesn’t-ask-money-from-you-poor-me.
If his wife is happy cuddling with her douchey husband’s wrinkly naked skin in bed, then good for her. At least she’s happy. I’m happy, she’s happy, everyone’s happy, end of story.