I am an Asian man in my 40s. My girlfriend, now wife, is only a few months younger than me. At the time, when we were in our late 20s, she was 155cm tall, 50kg, and had fluffy short hair; she was a girl who fit the bill of a pixy Asian girlfriend but with a hint of shyness in front of people.
I say she is pixy, unlike the shy attitude in a group, because of her sexuality. She used to date two girls before me. We started dating through a friend when we were about to graduate from university.
It was 15 years ago.
I could tell that she was not interested in men. The reason she dated me was simply because her partner cheated on her with a guy, and she wanted to piss her ex off by showing her that she could pick up a boy, too.
I wasn't too sure about it, either, since her mind had drifted away occasionally while hanging out. Not only that but our sex life was limited to mutual masturbation for about six months. This got me so frustrated to the point I decided to disregard her protest and penetrated her semi-forcefully.
She got upset afterwards, but interestingly and obviously, she had an idea of what it is like to have heterosexual fun. Trust me, lesbian Asian girls could be much freakier than straight girls.
It was all songs and dances until we were burned out by work for a few years. Time was rough, and jobs rapidly moved to a big country with dirt-cheap labour costs and nearly non-existent environment protection laws.
We've got a plan to marry, and we need money. At the time, going on a working holiday trip to Australia was very popular. Not only do we make some good bucks by working hard, but we also have an opportunity to experience a different culture.
It did not take long for our visa to be approved, and we landed in the kangaroo nation.
There were ups and downs, tears and laughter, but we overcame most hurdles together. Now, we were at a crossroads, deciding whether to stay another year or go home with the money we had earned.
To extend the working holiday visa, we had to work in the agricultural industry in a remote area for at least three months. We planned to leave quickly, but the money factor and relaxed pace of life were too tempting. The decision was made too late; we couldn't find any opportunity to work in the same place.
When we were about to give up home and pack our luggage, we received a phone call from a job agency that predominantly matched work exchanges (exchange food and accommodations by work), telling us that they had a client who urgently needed a few helping hands.
It's a single dad with a pair of young kids who runs a small farm and a handyman workshop. Great reviews from the other travellers. On top of the food and accommodations, he even offered free use of the car and some extra cash for the weekend. We did not hesitate for a bit and took the job. It was our last straw.
Was it too good to be true? Well, yes and no.
When we arrived, he picked us up from the bus station. He was a stereotypical Aussie gent in his early 40s with a sunny personality. He stood at around 180cm and maybe weighed 90, but he was pretty fit for his age, even with the dad bud. My girlfriend and I liked him from the get-go. But the truck he drove was a post-apocalypse scene, to say the least. There were diapers in the footwell, a few half-eaten Chinese takeaways in the glovebox that had started to form its own ecosystem, and a camping cooler that we didn't want to know what was inside.
"Thank you so much for taking this job. I couldn't find anyone. During this period, all travellers have gone to vineyards. I am desperate!"
We could tell he was so relieved to see us. But judging by his truck, we knew what his place would look like. Unsurprisingly, it was the post-apocalypse plus two screaming kids. He had a 3-year-old boy and a 5-year-old daughter. His mum came to look after them while he was away. But obviously, it couldn't be every 24/7.
He arranged for us to live in the loft of his workshop, which he built with his mates. It was a nice timber building with a balcony to enjoy the plain field and sunset. But we had to clean it up and dismiss some unwelcome insects and rodents. The same applies to his own house but with diapers and the smell of ancient milk, which is an extra challenge.
My girlfriend and I spent three days cleaning everything up and getting everything organised. I wish I could show you how surprised he was seeing the results and how quickly we got it done. We even made good friends with the little ones that he had no problem leaving them with my girlfriend.
