There isn’t an Asian girl in the world…

…That’s attracted to me.

At least that what I always believed. Mind you, I am one of the few males on the planet that does not have an Asian fetish of any kind. If I find someone attractive, then that’s the deal. I don’t chase women based on race or some sociological pressure to fit into any mold. Ladies, when reading this remember, most males do indeed have an Asian fetish, which must really suck if you are a tall and curvaceous White, Hispanic, Black, etc (you get the picture) girl and your boyfriend is downloading porn of skinny, petite Asian girls at this very moment. If you are petite, Olsen Twins slender, and non-Asian, then feel even more horrified that he might be fantasizing you are a tiny little Asian girl as you make love. Okay, just kidding. Just messin’ with your heads.

Somehow my last little tryst at the bar got my confidence up a little. I decided to try my luck online. I posted myself on a popular internet site with a couple of photos and a few paragraphs about yours truly. I got a few responses. A few I had no attraction towards, and another few I had some interest, and then there was this intriguing post from Samantha, a very cute, witty, and athletic Asian girl.

Here is where I think to myself, if I truly want to be back in business, why not break my mold entirely and see what I am truly made of? I write her a short paragraph or two. The next day, I get a few paragraphs in return. Back and forth we go for three days. This feels good. I realize I get kind of excited to check my mail. I have that school boy anticipation again. Today arrives and she emails me her phone number.

On the phone she is a little dry, but easy going with a decent sense of humor. When you are as campy as I am, you will laugh at just about anything. Anyways, the better looking you are, the more a woman will fight to make you look and feel like you are witty. I have yet to figure out how good looking I am but she cracked a smile or two I am sure. I hint that I feel like getting a bite at Jerry’s since its open late. She tells me to pick her up and she will go with me.

I arrive in front of her apartment. She looks exactly as I expected. Tall, long hair, slender, and pretty headed towards sexy if she dawned makeup and the right set of heels. She is dressed casually, and her personality still comes off dry. Our conversation flows freely as we share a plate of breakfast-y food. (By the way, sharing a plate is usually a good sign, esp when a girl is into it on a first date!) Check time arrives and she makes the rock star move and reaches for her wallet. I say, “What are you doing? Your money’s no good here.” She double checks to see that I am sure about this – another rock star move, else she is a great actress and I fell for her act … lol.

We head back to drop her off and she asks me if I want to hang out, maybe smoke a bowl. I oblige, though I don’t really smoke. I cough a lot if that counts as smoking? Slowly it’s 2am and somehow we end up on her bed falling asleep. I wake up about an hour later and without missing a beat I begin to kiss her. She kisses me back. The heat builds and next thing, clothes come off. We make love, or whatever you want to call it. It’s good, she is slender and athletic, and we fit well together. We connect, and the rest is wonderful. We are off to an awfully fast start, but this doesn’t worry a guy who is barely getting himself back together.

Oh, and apparently there is an Asian girl in the world that’s attracted to me. Is that bonus points?