Today is my website’s one year anniversary!
I’m amazed that I’ve been blogging for an entire year.
I’m beyond amazed that my blog averages four hundred human hits daily (though this is small potatoes to some bloggers, I remember when twenty hits was a good day).
I’m not really amazed that many of those hits come from porn-seekers.
A sincere thank you to all the readers who weren’t looking for porn.
A special thank you to all those readers who were looking for porn and decided to read on anyway.
Continue reading When East Dates West: 1 Year Anniversary Post (#116)
Timo and his wife playing a traditional Finnish game at their wedding. Courtesy of Crazy Chinese Family.
On our honeymoon, the other guests were also mostly honeymooners, and young ones at that. It was a little like high school. No one spoke to anyone else.
This suited Andy fine. “If we meet someone new, you’re going to tell them all the same boring stories I’ve heard a million times. How we met.
How you thought I was a terrorist because I had a beard, how I stole you from Ethan, and all that.” Continue reading Honeymooners (#77)
This was supposed to be my first “Guest Post,” written entirely by my Chinese-American guy, Andy. It only took me five months of badgering, and I was super excited about it. His deadline was yesterday.
This morning, Andy showed me his post. It was a one-page flow chart.
Continue reading An Interview with Andy & Instructions for Meeting Women (#55)
You can learn a lot about a guy when you’re stuck in airport lines.
My Chinese-American fiancé and I were friends and dance partners for a long time before we got romantically involved. We spent a ton of time together at airports and hotels, not to mention the dance floor. We got to know each other very well.
Continue reading Once Upon a Time, When We Were Just Friends (#50)
If you asked us how we met, and you’d get two different answers.
I’d say, “We met dancing.”
My Chinese-American fiancé Andy would say, “We met at a bar.” He’d assume a nonchalant air, but you’d see his chest puff out, just a bit, as if to say, “I’m a player. That’s how I roll, scooping up white girls at the bar, every Friday night. I have moves. No woman can resist.”
Continue reading You Can Dance, If You Want To. If Not, They’ll Make You. (#43)
A shadow begins to creep over our double happiness…
Today I met my boyfriend’s family. I also discovered I was unworthy of my college gradation honors.
What kind of history major doesn’t do research?
Continue reading Summa Cum Crap (#1)