My early teaching years were very educational. I learned about human actions and emotions. Since most of my students were foreign, I began to break stereotypes. I began thinking of everyone as an individual. The only distinction I made was gender.
Ming was from the very communist and traditional Chinese countryside. She met her husband in Hong Kong while there for a modeling shoot. She was 6 feet tall and quite skinny. Her husband, John, picked her out at one of those shows and asked her for dinner. They were married a few months later in Hong Kong. John decided to come to Montreal to manage the international part of his manucturing business.
I gave Ming her first lesson at the loft John and she worked out of. She was as tall as me and very skinny with minimal curves. She was 23 to John’s 45. I taught her every Friday afternoon. John would peer in once in a while. He smiled at me and ignored her. One day our lesson finished at the same time as John’s work. He gave me a ride to my car, which I could have walked to faster. He wanted to show off his Rolls Royce. He let me sit in front with him. Ming had an apologetic smile on.
Ming called me Thursday to give her a lesson that Saturday morning. John was at the office till about 3. It was 10 when I arrived.
Their house was not overdone, yet it was furnished with extremely expensive items. Ming had a Dolce and Gabbana t-shirt on with a pair of $600 jeans, as she told me. She helped me with my jacket and told me it was very nice and stylish. I could tell she meant it wholeheartedly. I noticed she had no bra on.
She put on some imported green tea and we sat down on the couch and she was jittery. It’s obvious she didn’t want a lesson. But it’s wasn’t worth starting anything that John could kill me for. Looking back, it seems like an unreasonable fear. On the other hand, my power was limited because of my sexual addiction. She’d caught me in the glory days of it. The days right after the honeymoon period. The time you realize you’re acting irrationally but feel too good to care.
“Tell me what you want,Ming.”
“Not sure,” she said, looking at the floor.
“I think you know. And I know. But I can’t start. Do you understand?” I had to enunciate because she had just started the intermediate level of her courses with me.
She jumped on me and pushed my back to the couch. She kissed badly. I pushed her off and held her wrists with my hand. “No kissing, Ming. It’s not love. Do you understand?”
She sat up and her chin trembled. “You don’t like me.”
“I like you, Ming. But it’s not love. ”
She had trouble understanding. I figured it was time to bring out the biggest gun of all. By this time, I had learned that lonely “kept” women were needy and dependent. Rejection was difficult for them. And so was being neglected.
As I went to put on my jacket, Ming took off all her clothes. She stood there, ready to be useful. I picked up her t-shirt to give to her. I thought better of it and threw it across the room. I figured I should do Ming the favour. I felt happy about it.
Ming looked shaky when it was over. When I didn’t hug her, she felt naked and covered up. Like any prostitute will tell you, never kiss or hug a john. He’ll fall in love with you. I got up to leave and she leered at me. Just before I reached the exit, she ran to me and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you. John just hugs. Ming is like paper doll. He is with no sex. He just likes to see people look at us. ”
I met with Ming 2 more times and had to stop before things got out of hand.
Copyright Ted Kouretas 2005