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Relationship Advice From Chinese People

My family always ask me if I’m dating anyone right now. They assume I prefer Caucasian girls. I tell them I don’t mind either way (the other side of “either” being Chinese girls). That’s when they warn me about mainland girls. Chinese mainlanders are commonly viewed by Hong Kong people as being low-class, crude, and provincial. It’s said that even if a girl from there is pretty, they lose all attractiveness as soon as she opens her mouth. On top of that, they’re gold-diggers, just looking for a way to get money or a green card.

They tell me I’ll be fine as long as I don’t marry a mainland girl.

My grandma used to tell me to find a Chinese girl, because Chinese girls treat their men better, or to find someone who loves me more than I love them. She’s filled with all sorts of funny aphorisms, like “Women are to be loved, not hit.”

One-Year Mark

I think I’m coming up to my one-year dry spell mark, but to be honest, I’m not sure. I used to tease Trolley about his dry spells, but now, well, yeah…heh.

I’m aiming for four. We were watching a dating show on the Life Network once, and they were trying to set up this guy who had a full out four-year dry spell. On his actual date, he couldn’t stop talking about how his family had an intervention concerning the amount of time he spent on the internet. He kept going on and on about how his parents wanted less than two hours a day but he was adamant on keeping at least four. My theory is that anything past three years does damage to the brain. I want to be able to document every disintegrating part of my intellect Charlie Gordon style. I’m dying to find out if it’ll be a gradual process, or I’ll just suddenly wake up one day without my sanity.

I got the idea from Dave, a guy on the floor in res in first year. He was in the reserves, so he always told us these crazy stories about when he was serving. One time he had to stay awake for three days, doing nothing but eating and defending/digging a trench. After the 30th hour he started started hallucinating. After that, Pita and I made a pact to pull a simultaneous three-nighter, just to see if we’d start to go insane, but I keeled over in my room at about the 23rd hour. I had never pulled an all-nighter before then.

This time though, I’ve had a bit of practice. Not three years practice, but practice. I want to go for as long as possible, sort of like server uptime.