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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& #39;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& #39;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& #39;t identify with white culture and can& #39;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& #39;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& #39;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& #39;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.
