Days in America

When I first came to America, I didn't know anything. I just thought I'd date this person, kiss that one, and sleep with someone else. I'd gone many months back home without a man, and Dad said I could go out and take care of my physical needs. I wasn't used to talking about that kind of thing with my dad, and it really bothered me. I thought, even if I wanted to do it, you didn't have to tell me! Some Americans are pretty hypocritical about morals. They sleep with lots of people but won't admit it, saying they're protecting their privacy. Chinese people like to talk, while Americans like to spread nasty rumors about others. My English isn't very good, so I don't understand everything they say. But I know they're much nastier than Chinese people, always gossiping, dragging people through the mud, and refusing to stop until they've ruined you. Because my current boyfriend is exactly that kind of despicable man! I really can't stand American men! Anyway, let me start from when I first arrived in America, so you can follow along.