I love Asian people.  I just don’t tend to date them.  I think it’s the whole me being a size queen thing and the fact that Asian’s don’t have the best reputation in that department that really turns me off.  Plus, I’m usually bigger than them.  That said, I have been attracted to a few in the past, I’ve just never acted on it.  My mother however is a different story.  She likes Asian guys.  She started dating them when I was in high school and when I asked about it she simply answered, “Have you ever seen what a 45 year old white man looks like?”

Last night, I was chatting with my mom about my latest unsuccessful round of speed dating.  I had no chemistry with anyone and the only two guys I enjoyed chatting with were Asian.  This was her cue to, once again, try to convince me that I’m missing out on god’s hidden gift.

Mom: You should try to date an Asian man.  They are fantastic.  They are very respectful, have good jobs and they like giving gifts.

Me: Yeah, but I’m just not feeling it…

Mom: Maybe, instead of giving it up after a few dates you could actually try to get to know someone and have them respect you.

Me: Whoa…burn, Ma.  I don’t just give it up…well, not always.

Mom: Plus, if you ever want to know where your G spot is Asians are the way to go.

Me: *silence*

AND, this is just a slice of my relationship with my mother.  That bitch is a total rice queen.