The Day I Found “Love”..
Location: Amsterdam, Netherlands

Love with a Hooker:
Us and them were confused about the term “Love”. My first remembrance of the word was back in the pre-school, when my teacher asked me if I loved Donald Duck or Mickey mouse more. I wanted Donald Duck, therefore I told her that I loved Donald Duck. At the moment “Love” was a word that I associated with possessing, and used it whenever I wanted something.
As I grew up the term “Love” grew with me. I started having crushes on girls at junior high. I thought that must be the real “Love” I was looking for. However, as I learned more about sexuality and the way hormones function, I found that the “Love” I discovered wasn’t more than a physiological urge.
I met this girl in high school. She was a beauty queen, and I had a wonderful time with her. It might sound lame, but all I wanted from her was to talk! I felt that I finally found “Love”. A couple years later, I started loosing interest on her. I realized that I was just curious about her life and love couldn’t be something come out of a curiosity.
I went on with my life, and the search for love kept going. I met tons of girls, and every-time I evaluate the term “Love” in that relationship it fits under one of the last categories. It’s either out of curiosity, need or possession. I totally gave up in love after that. I started to believe that “Love” was a made up word with no true feelings associated with it.
Until I went to Amsterdam, where I finally found “Love”. It was a Hooker who showed me what real “Love” means. As she explained to me her situation and how she was taking care of her three starving children and her old mom by selling her body. The amount of sacrifice she was giving couldn’t be easily done without caring and LOVING her family that much. I left Amsterdam knowing that to “Love” someone is to be able to sacrifice to those who you really care about!




