Double Happiness: “I Want To Be Your Slave For The Rest of My Life”

Charlotte and Santiago (photo courtesy of Charlotte)

This is the story of how Charlotte, “a shy, Midwestern American girl” who is also a writer, mom and blogger at Chinese Potpourri, ended up marrying a Chinese guy — with no traditional proposal, and even no huge wedding banquets. Theirs is a subtle and surprising romance, which includes perhaps one of the most unusual ways I’ve ever heard a man express his true love for someone: “I want to be your slave for the rest of my life.”

And ultimately, Charlotte also shares a universal truth based on her experience: “I’ve realized that even though our story is unconventional and unexciting, it’s special because it’s ours.” Well said. 

Thanks so much to Charlotte for contributing her story!


Growing up in a rather homogeneous community full of people whose ancestors mostly came from Scandinavia — and attending a school where the required foreign language was German — I went away to college with little first-hand experience in working with people unlike myself. I wasn’t ignorant of course; I was a bookworm who always exceeded the summer reading goals as I read stories about life in other countries and cultures. Maybe it was that, or the fact that my mom’s good friend adopted two children from China or that my I had heard plenty of stories from mission fields around the world, but I always had a desire to travel abroad for at least some length of time. I just didn’t know when, where or how I’d afford it.

A few weeks into college life, I found out that my school worked with a program that sent teachers to China for one to three years. I thought this would be an excellent way to expand my world view, work in my chosen career field (education) and travel. When senior year came and my friends were furiously filling out job applications and anxiously doing interviews, I did just one of each and was accepted to teach in China for a year. On graduation day I found out that I was going to a small town in Hebei Province along with my friend Kay. We’d be the only two foreign teachers there and, as rumor had it, the only foreigners residing amongst the nearly 1 million citizens.

(photo courtesy of Charlotte)

An older woman who’d helped start the program in the city accompanied Kay and I on the journey, showed us around town and introduced us to her friends, most of whom attended an English Corner every weekend. With nothing better to do, Kay and I woke up early each Saturday morning and took the bus to hang out for two hours with a group of people, most of whom were a decade older than us. We discussed their impression of foreigners, the current state of the oil industry and attempted to answer the perennial question: “What can I do to improve my English?”

It was the first week there that I met Santiago. I had to do a double take when he told me his name since, in addition to a Spanish name, he even looked a little like some of my Mexican friends back in the States. That first day, I found out he had a master’s degree in nuclear medicine and had been accepted to numerous American colleges for his doctoral studies, but never got to go due to a life-threatening illness that landed him in the hospital, and later brought him back to this tiny town and found him living with his parents. Despite the fact that I had no idea what nuclear medicine actually is, he was easy to talk to, intelligent, funny and had remarkable command of the English language. Time flew by as a group of us talked. Afterwards, I was excited that a group of the “old-timers” (those who’d started the group years ago) were inviting Kay and me to lunch so we could get to know them better. Luckily, Santiago was a part of this group. In the weeks and months that followed, going to English Corner was the highlight of the week since this town doesn’t have much going on and the school Kay and I worked for was incredibly strict.

About twice a month, the “old-timers” or someone from English corner would have lunch with us, invite us to go shopping or attend some family function. The kindness that was shown to us helped make the decision to return for a second year of teaching a simple one. During the summer I didn’t keep in contact with anyone; I returned home and worked 16-hour days to pay off my student loans so I could afford to go back to working for less-than-minimum wage. Upon returning to China, our friends were so glad to see Kay and me, so lots of parties, trips to KTV and evenings sipping Pepsi and eating egg tarts at the sole KFC in town ensued during the September and October.

(photo courtesy of Charlotte)

Over the previous year, Santiago had become a close friend of ours and since his previous relationship had ended, he spent more time with Kay and me. Sometimes we snuck him into our apartment and cooked him Western foods but usually we’d obey the rules in favor of hanging out at KFC and chatting until our school-imposed curfew arrived. One night in October 2006 we were having a conversation about history and slavery. I still don’t remember how it all played out, or how it even started, but about an hour after getting back home, I got a strange message from Santiago. He said he wanted to tell me something but wasn’t sure he could.

At first I thought it was a mistake as I wasn’t as close to him as Kay was. She had invited him and was usually the one to arrange things, while I was the quiet one who usually agreed to the plans that were made. I figured he sent me the message by mistake since Kay’s phone number was just one digit different from mine. I replied anyway, letting him know who I was, and he said that yes, he did want to tell me something but was afraid. Not one to play games, I found it annoying and told him to just tell me so he could get it over with and get to sleep. It was almost midnight — I had four classes in the morning and he had to work at the hospital. The next message I received was rather odd: “I want to be your slave for the rest of my life.” I think my heart stopped beating for a second or two. It was not what I expected; I thought he wanted help translating an article or teaching his nephew. It was hard to believe since I had no idea he was interested in me, and I wasn’t interested in him, except as a friend. I’m not sure what I said, but I do know that I didn’t get any sleep that night. I made an insanely expensive long distance call to my mom and spent a lot of time thinking about it so I could give an answer. I viewed dating as something not to be taken lightly, and having lived in China for a year, I knew that most Chinese have an even more serious view of it. Given his message, he didn’t consider this just a short-term adventure.

After a sleepless night, I told him that I was open to having a relationship that may lead to marriage. My parents seemed okay with it, and Kay encouraged me to give it a chance. Due to the distance between our homes, and our work schedules, we were only able to see each other at English Corner and go out alone once or twice a month. Sometime in spring, he started talking about “next year when we’re married,” so when a job opportunity came up at another school, I took that so that Kay could get a new teaching partner.

(photo courtesy of Charlotte)

Going home that summer was bittersweet. I called him every morning before starting my 16-hour days. I couldn’t believe how much I missed him since just 10 months prior, I’d had no feelings for him at all. Two days after I returned from the US, we went to the capital city to get things squared away for my work visa, and also stopped in at the office that processes the marriage certificates for foreigners. We walked in, filled out a few papers, handed over some money and walked out husband and wife. Certainly the furthest thing from my childhood dreams of a church wedding wearing a hand-knit wedding dress and definitely not a firework and confetti-filled event like many couples experience. We didn’t even have a wedding since his parents said it was inappropriate (this is my husband’s second marriage, so they thought it wasn’t right to have another wedding as guests would be obligated to give money again), though about two months later we did invite a few of my friends and coworkers to a wedding dinner.

So, that’s our story of how a shy, Midwestern girl ended up marrying a Chinese guy who never ever dreamed of meeting a foreigner in his younger years. There was no traditional proposal and there weren’t multiple weddings full of fireworks, charismatic hosts and enough food to fill the whole city. But five years, three moves and two kids since we got those tacky-looking red marriage booklets, I’ve realized that even though our story is unconventional and unexciting, it’s special because it’s ours.

Charlotte — a wife, mom and freelance writer in small town China — blogs about her life at Chinese Potpourri.


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21 Replies to “Double Happiness: “I Want To Be Your Slave For The Rest of My Life””

  1. Good to see she has a great family. But, based on global history and colonialism that was not a politically correct statement to make and at least it should be kept between themselves as it is very private…the rest of the world does not need to know. I dont think some elements in the US, particularly the Chinese Americans with their history in this country will take very kindly to that statement!

  2. That is the sweetest story! And what a handsome man you stumbled upon! Were you at all attracted to Chinese men prior to your trip? Or once there, did your view of Chinese men change at all? I am sure your children are completely beautiful! Really heart-warming story!

  3. “I want to be your slave for the rest of my life.” This line is so funny to me . It will work for some women. Do you know that men don’t have to say that line and we’re still slaves to women? I think I’m a slave to my wife too. I do everything for her. OMG!

  4. Wow! What a beautiful story! If he declared himself to be her slave for life, he certainly was supplicating. By Western standards, he would be considered degrading himself and supplicating to seek a woman’s love. But by Chinese standards, he was expressing his genuine intention of love her for life. I am so happy for them. I wish them the best. Keep up the great love.

  5. It surely is an unconventional story. I wonder how it happened that she fell in love with him although at first she had no romantic feelings for him (like was it just due to the fact that she herself started considering a relationship with him or was it because of his actions/character/etc).

  6. What a beautiful story, and romantic to boot, though you might not think so. I think 缘分 yuanfen (fate/destiny) had played its part to perfection, haha! You are such an handsome couple.

  7. Unconventional and unromantic? Why was I crying my eyes out? what a beautiful love story. I have been in China for a year with no lover in site. So I love a good love story. Your love story gives me hope if not for me than for others.

  8. “I Want To Be Your Slave For The Rest of My Life” is a charming, albiet clumsy way of saying I’ll be devoted to you. I’m sure as I learn Mandarin, I will make equally clumsy statements to my Laopo with geniune underlying intent. Thanks Jocelyn and Charlotte for publishing and not being fearful of being politically correct. I’ll admit I’m racist:- I prefer Asian women!

  9. Lovely story. Interesting statement, but could be the truth 🙂

    My friend is a slave of his wife. He does what she says. Amazing.

  10. Thanks for the comments, everyone!

    Certainly that’s not PC, and while I did consider leaving it out, I went with being authentic. It was not meant to be offensive at all, and we’ll just leave it at that.

    He was a good friend, but since my friend had a pretty strong crush on him, I kept my distance so as not to mess up her chances with him. Neither of us had any idea that he liked me, and once it was made known, I talked to her and she encouraged me to see what would happen. Getting to spend time with him one-on-one, something we’d never done before we started dating, the feelings came quite quickly once we left behind the rather boring topics such as English education and the oil industry!

  11. What a moving story. 🙂 Life is unexpected at times. Wish you both a lifetime of happiness together. Thanks for sharing.

  12. That’s why you have to know a person in order to take the next step. Also, your personalities have to be compatible for a marriage to work.

  13. What a wonderful story. I am glad he finally got the courage to confess his love to you. It is just amazing where someone can find love. Hopefully, stories like this will happen more often now that we can all communicate easier. Congratulations to both of you again!

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