White Love

So I'm surfing around the net, reading random blogs and come across Sarong Party Girl. Any lady referring to herself as a Sarong Party Girl must be either taking the piss or proud of the fact.

"Sarong Party Girl (SPG) - A pejorative term describing local girls who will only go out with Caucasians. The stereotypical “SPG”, as she is usually abbreviated, is extremely tan, and skimpily-dressed." Taken from TalkingCock.com.

Somewhere on her site was an article on why SPG's go for white ex-pats. I read on and, in a nutshell, the reasons are:

(a) They're loaded (nothing like an exchange rate that works in your favour).
(b) They're better in bed.

And I thought it was just a stereotype that chicks go for money and big dicks.

Apparently, according to this chick, Chinese dick is tiny dick and Indian dick suffers from erectile dysfunction. She didn't seem to mention Malay dick at all, but there aren't as many of us down in Singapore. Most Singaporean men also apparently don't know how to turn a girl on and live with their parents/girlfriend/wife.

However, I reckon there's more to it than just a huge wad of cash and, well, a huge wad.

I believe very much that you can subconsciously tell quite a bit about a person by their body language. The overall vibe a person gives off. Caucasian ex-pats and especially the current wave of African's in Malaysia give off a certain vibe of confidence. It might be brash, it might be too forward, it might even be considered downright rude, but it's a big difference.

You can sense the insecurity inherent in many an Asian in both Malaysia and Singapore. You can tell, just by looking at them, that if they were in the same room as Kobe Tai they'd cum in their pants and smile sheepishly.

Those that don't give off that insecure vibe come across just as confident as the foreigners.

Or look like rapists.

As much as it pisses me off at times, I can understand why the local punnany swarm Caucasian cock, and I really don't think it's just size and bling. Not many Malaysians & Singaporeans are comfortable enough with their own sexuality or plain not comfortable with who they are. And girls have that heightened sixth sense, that womans intuition that men can only dream of attaining after years of training in the Himalayas. They can sense it. Hell, they can smell it.

Although that's not to say that a lot of the local women her and across the bridge are also fickle and often unwilling to give the local delicacy a chance. After all, just look at the Malaysian banana (pisang emas): smaller than the African banana, sure, but sweet like honey, bursting with flavour.

Local women, take note: don't understimate the potency of pisang emas.