So I know that when I am out and about and see asian ladys, they tend to get my subconcious attention more. I resign myself as destined to be part of the Joy Luck Club and I like it.
I guess that I am an asian lesbian trapped in the body of a white boy.
Hey Kerry..
That's no different than men who are attracted to blondes with big boobs, brunettes with long legs, red heads with green eyes. Everyone has their 'type', the draw is inevitable. I'm drawn to the soul of a strong driven man. With the deconstruction of my marriage and reconstruction of my life I know to look for more than just love and laughter. How does he treat his mother, other women in his family? Does he kick dogs? Just how much does he enjoy talking (and talking) about himself?
My one date was far more like ex that was comfortable. I'm going to work on seeing more facets in life.
