WhatIWant

There comes a time in every man’s life where they have to be truthful and comfortable with themselves and their emotions. He has to come to grips with how he feels, no matter what the repercussions may be or how he will be seen by his peers. He has to stand firm in what he believes and not let anyone influence his opinion or conviction. So the fact of the matter is…

I

LOVE

ASIAN GIRLS.

Yes, it’s true. But not just any Oriental beauty…I want a SUPER ASIAN girl!

Asian like…Tai Chi and Kung Fu.
Asian like…Feng Shui and chopsticks.
Asian like…anime and manga…Naruto, Inu Yasha and Dragonball Z.
A girl that knows what all of those are…and likes them.

Give me Lucy Liu, Kelly Hu, and Brenda Song…but without the perfect English.
Something like Zhang Ziyi, Kim Yuna or any K-pop singer you’ve ever heard of.
I want her so Asian that she bleeds soy sauce and emits laser light shows and bubbly pop music.
I want a girl so Asian that if you were to give her a dress and a sword, she would blend in perfectly on the set of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Martial arts moves included.
So Asian that just bringing up her name brings to mind sexy dragon ladies hidden beneath the makeup of a geisha…but without the makeup. And I could hold her as close as I wanted because of her non-existent breasteses.
So Asian that she would have a tattoo on her back saying Made In China. Or one on her butt that says Made in Taiwan.

A girl that I could take out and enjoy the night with as I stand behind her as she moves to the beat of the music…coming right out of speakers on the DDR machine she’s playing on.
A girl that would be just as at home at a karaoke bar drinking sake as she would in a dark room…playing Starcraft, DragonQuest and Pokemon. Looking up Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards on eBay while she’s burning the newest released movie on a bootleg Blu-Ray disc to watch in a few hours.
I want a girl that slips her L’s into R’s and sometimes her F’s into P’s.
A girl so Asian that she would always try to speak Asian to me…or try to teach me. But I would always ask for subtitles. Even though it’s in person and that’s really not possible…but I still wish it would be…someday.

I want an Asian girl so I can do Asian things…
Like…solve math equations. Learn to play the piano. Not drive well. Or go outside of our comfort zones and do something crazy…like snowboarding. But not too much, because I want to preserve her Asian-ness.

During our first date she would invite me over to meet her parents, LingLing and Jason. Last name Kim, or Lee, or Chen, or Reyes…or something to that effect. And in between eating rice and noodles for dinner, and having halo-halo for dessert…we would discuss Civics, Skylines, 350Zs and Integras.
The times we spend together at her house would consist of watching the latest episode of her favourite Korean drama, drinking green tea, while redoing the HTML coding on her Tumblr and Blogspot.
And one day we’ll get married. Have little kids like Russell from UP and she would hit them…like most Asian parents do. But the way SHE does it…would be complete with a Bruce Lee “HIYYYAAA!” to accompany her jumping crane kick. And we would live happily ever after…unless we starred in a movie where one of us has to eventually die of cancer.

The End.