I am promiscuous! And, frankly speaking I am not one bit embarrassed to flaunt my love affairs. I’ve had countless love affairs and will continue to have them. I’ve had one night stands, weekly, monthly and yearly affairs and even some quickies. My love affairs rejuvenate me. They make me whole again. When I am languishing and in the depths of despair, I can turn to them for a rocking good time.

Through the many affairs I’ve had my first love has always continued to be my most loyal and steadfast companion. He knows the ins and outs of me. He’s seen me as a baby, watched me grow into an unruly tantrum filled teenager. He caressed me through those rough tumultuous years when I was unsure of what I wanted in life. He nurtured me through the years while I mellowed down into who I am today. He’s seen the good, the bad and the ugly: he’s seen it all.

My first love has always been patient and kind with me. He has always accepted me back in his arms in spite of my repeated negligence. He has loved me unconditionally and asked for nothing in return. My first love loves me for who I am. I can be myself without pretension. As I lie in his arms I know I can trust him and he will welcome me back anytime even if I’m gone for long spells of time. Even if I never think of him, even if I ignore him, he will always take me back and engulf me with his love.

My first love is down to earth and provides me with the basic necessities of life. He does not allure me with glitz and glamour because he understands that although I may be swayed now and then by them that I seek the simple things in life.

My first and true love is my village: Nangkor.

(Part 1 of 3)

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