Tell us your happy Taiwanese relationship story

You got me too … until about here :sweat_smile:

I always say scat play is one of the keys to a long and healthy relationship. :+1:

Hi Celeborn - My wife (Cora) & I worked for Steve at Wenhua & Chongqing branch in 1994-1997. I worked for James first & then Steve too. I suspect he still lives there, he didn’t seem like he would ever leave Taiwan. We’ve been married now 28 years with a plan to go back in a couple of years once are oldest heads to college.

James Joyce was famously into scat.

EDIT: I think we’re getting off topic again. Well, depends upon the relationship.

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The good ol Cleveland steamer

Welcome to forumosa, long-time peruser/first-time replier. Nearly a lifer.
May I ask which motherland/city you might be heading back to?

I’m desperately trying to interpret your “the family that scats together stays together” message in a wholesome way. The best I can do: an Afro-American family sits around the breakfast table, father mother and adorable chocolatey children all beeping and bopping and be-deedle-dooy-doing in chorus, smiles as white as the glasses of bone-building milk on the red polka dot plastic tablecloth, the Jackson Five as they might have been, not as they were.

As for my successful intercultural romance story: I was adopted three years ago and still haven’t been returned to the place of cement and barking. We met in Taiwan in an alfresco bar. I took up a dare to display my pick-up artist prowess by approaching a woman I didn’t know and asking her to buy me drink (I don’t drink, so I asked her to buy me an orange juice).

It could be an Australian family tracking down rare endangered animals by following the droppings in the outback for science.

Very wholesome! And then they get eaten by the aborigines — the whole Jackson Five primal scat scene again, with the kitchen table replaced by a crackling fire

I was going to make a joke about she being a dog from line 1, then it turned out the joke was already made :stuck_out_tongue:

After years of fighting we broke up, I moved home and we finally became good friends. She’s got herself a new bf and is enjoying her life. I’m single and couldn’t be happier.

Our happily ever after is a little different, but it was still a positive result.

I bumped into her at the Coco Cabana
Down in Cuban town in little Havana
I asked her her name, she said Juanita
I just had to ask cuz I just had to meet her
I heard of fast girls but she’s a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her
So I got an expresso and a hot burrito
You look so sweet you fine senorita

…;I met her in the berries on a Friday night
Dressed in a soft silky dress colour virgin white
I said “hey pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you’re the one to Mamalopenga”

You and your cigars :joy:

A happy story and big family:

Before I went to Taiwan a white girl who’d lived in Japan said I would come back married. I thought this was odd. I loved being single and having variety - a different girlfriend every few months

On my 5th day in Taiwan, a girl walked into the Dante at Gonguan. I’d been thinking I need a gf to learn Chinese. She had good posture, hourglass figure, black hair down to her butt, big brown eyes. I immediately made a plan to talk with her if and only if she signals first. From the picture in a Chinese newspaper I’d grabbed, I could see there was a story of how a girl decides which is a sheep and which is a wolf. She walked over to sit down at the table next to me. Before she could sit down, I asked her what the story was about. She smiled and sat down at my table.

That was 10:15am. We said farewell at 11pm

Later I returned to USA and my dad commented to his friend on the phone that he’d just met the girl Hus son would marry. Me and my girlfriend thought Huh?

I recently saw Goodbye Mister Chips and Peter O’toole bumped into some blonde in Italy and they spent all day together and eventually got married.

(My wife now says I was sitting at her table and her plan was to wait for me to leave. My wife had her first heart attack at 17. While we were engaged, she had another. I married her anyway. That was years ago. Against prudence, we tried for a baby. She got pregnant on the first go (or was it the antonym?) We have a wonderful healthy smart little girl, an honors student in honors academy. My brother delivered her. My wife has a defibrillator implanted, has visits to the hospital or cardiologist and I make the money to pay for that stuff and she’s still with us against all odds)

Sounds good to me.

Excellent carbon footprint.