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A sign that nature is healing? I was sat on a park bench alone and a stranger strikes up a conversation, asks what I'm knitting. We start talking about books and he shares he read "Minor Feelings" by @cathyparkhong
He (white man) then shares his only 2 girlfriends were Asian. That he understands Yellow Fever and has been teased about it and has felt shame but has come to the conclusion that you can't help who you like and Asian women just have qualities he wants in a partner (humility, etc)
I remind him not all Asians are the same and he says he knows but thinks marginalized voices are so much more interesting. That he doesn't identify with white culture and can't date white women. White women can be humble too you know, I remind him.
He said he loves traveling in Europe and Asia, loves Asian culture, but doesn't like all Asian cultures the same amount. He asks what race I am and I decline to tell him. I say maybe your next girlfriend will be German.
I don't think so, he says. With any luck, my next gf will be French Vietnamese.
When I finally leave, he says to find him on Instagram, read his writing, give him some tips, and to share my writing with him. I decline.
When I finally leave, he says to find him on Instagram, read his writing, give him some tips, and to share my writing with him. I decline.
Dear reader: Are we all this socially inept now? So starved for conversation that you'd use a stranger as a sounding board for your (v questionable) opinions? Or maybe this is how it always was and I had forgotten what it was like to be a woman alone in a public space.
