My teenage-hood was plagued with enough cringe-worthy awkward moments to fill to make Welcome to the Dollhouse look like a light-hearted romantic comedy. There is a stack of wire-bound, college-ruled notebooks yellowing in my old bedroom at my parents home to testify hat I was an angry, demented and totally bizarre teenager.
While rummaging, I did find one piece of paper that provides as much answers as it creates questions:
See? Asian girls being into white guys isn't like this intrinsic feeling we thrust ourselves towards. When I was in junior high, in school with majority Asian kids, I crushed out on about a dozen Asian boys! This list was made during my 1993-94 school year, right in the middle of eighth grade, where a young girl toes the line between playing with dolls and dealing with her period. But I digress.
My point is that, beyond my subconsciousness, I believe that my dating of white dudes is based on the group of young adults that I hang out with and our similar interests in a particular space and time.
Why am I letting that security guard eff with me much?
And yes, as this list was amended in 1999, it does shed light into my lameness.
Where are these dudes now?
Do they wanna hang out?
Why haven't I changed much in my crushing practices?
Does it really say School Boyz with a “z”? (Yes.)
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