For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Heather. I’m the oldest of six and never on time. I love my fat, black tabby cat and hate scary movies. I’m allergic to cashews and enjoy learning useless trivia.
I also strictly date only Asian guys.
It’s a hard concept to grasp, I understand. It’s taken a long time for me to comprehend it as much as I do now and I’m still trying to figure it all out. All I know for sure is that I find myself attracted to only Asian guys. Even as a kid, I remember having crushes on mostly Asians and half-Asians (a few White guys snuck in there, we can’t all be perfect).
Not to say that I like all Asian guys, either. Just because a guy is Asian doesn’t give him a free pass…but it definitely gets his foot in the door, an advantage over the automatically- turned-down White guy.
I’m not self-racist, either. I mean, I can say that and just hope people will think I’m down with White people, but I really mean it. I know that the common perception of girls like me is that we want to be Asian, but it’s not the case for me. I’m White and I’m totally fine with it. I mean…it’s not like I can change my mind.
So what is it about Asian guys that turns me on? Is it the natural black hair? The gorgeous skin tones? The distinguishing eye shape? The possibility that they may know a second language?
I don’t know.
What I do know is that there’s just something about Asian guys that I can’t get enough of. When I pass a good-looking one out in the street, I find myself staring, sometimes fighting back drool, and just praying that he’ll come over and talk to me, because I don’t know what he’ll do if I go up to him and talk to him first.
Too many things run through my mind, like, “Is my boldness unattractive?” “Am I unattractive?” “What if he has a girlfriend already?” “Maybe he’s not looking for someone?” “Shouldn’t the guy make the first move, anyway?”
It’s discouraging, to say the least.
So I just gawk from afar at the super-tempting eye-candy before me, knowing it’s not going to happen. I usually blame myself – I mean, if I were more attractive, I’d be getting asked out, right? I mean, I even made a shirt that says “Asian boys are better” and wear it around where I know there are going to be a lot of Asian guys…but they don’t come around in public. So it must be me, right?
At least there’s the internet, I suppose, where a plethora of Asian guys exist. I’ve met every boyfriend I’ve ever had online, and, unless something changes in the small, yet existent, Asian male population in my region, I’ll continue to meet future boyfriends by this method.
It’s almost something I’ve resigned myself to – I’ll never meet an Asian guy in person that’s interested in me. That’s just a fact I’ve come to terms with. I’m fine with it, but I wish that, just once, an Asian guy could come up to me in public and just talk to me. I’d definitely give him the time of day, a good conversation…and maybe my phone number.
Stay tuned for more!