I met her at an online international dating site.
She was an extraordinarily beauty from the Philippines,
too young for me but extremely persistent.
She said she’d be better for me than an older woman as I aged.
“I could take care of you better,’ she said, “A woman your age
could get too sick to take care of you when you both were older.”
It was nice to hear that she wanted to take care of me,
if ever I needed any care, but, frankly, I never wanted anyone
to take care of me, and I don’t to this day and never will.
I’d rather be dead.
Despite my reservations, I fell in love with her and she
waited two years for me to join her in the Philippines,
where we got married a few months later.
After four years in the Philippines with her,
I brought her to America to give her
a better chance for a new life out of the poverty she
had lived in all her life.
A year after that, she took care of me by leaving me
for more stuff like some of her Filipina friends who had
married guys with more money.
I kinda swore off women after that and haven’t been
with one in ten years. And I still don’t need one
to take care of me and never will.
Bob Boyd
