Recently, the Honda 67 has been giving me a bit of a problem thanks to the fact that I installed an electric starter on a bike that shouldn't even have one due to the fact that the battery compartment is tiny and the battery isn't enough to sustain an electric starter. That means kicking it in the mornings and praying that it'll start electrically by midday. If not, more hilarious kicking ensues. I hate kick starting because I never actually do it right.
The shop owner's mother is always around as she handles the monetary aspects of the shop. Remember, this is the lady that told me that she had a dream about me and how I look like her dead son and how in that dream I was carrying a backpack and then bam, the next day I was at her shop? Well, these people have been treating me kindly even though I've been coming back almost every other day for some problem. May it be my exhaust was making noises, installation of LEDs, the horn not working, etc etc. Old bikes always have problems and they cost even more than new bikes.
Anyways, this isn't about my bike problems. This is about how the owner's mother asked me why I wasn't married yet. I laughed out loud at that notion because I told her that I'm super picky with women and that language and cultural problems has arisen before. She then told me that her niece was getting married to a Viet kieu who was my age. I was kind of shocked to hear that and didn't believe her until she showed me a wedding photo. I couldn't believe how a 23 year old could meet and marry a 20 year old even though he grew up in America. This girl wasn't all that. Her teeth were weird. Her complexion made it seem as if she never left the house. Her face was long and clearly she had no tits. I can't compliment on him because unlike some of you, I don't like to call other guys ugly, especially since I'm not into checking out guys. I would have loved to meet this guy to get into his brain. All I know is he is from middle America and he works at a car production plant like his old man before him. Supposedly he makes a lot of money. Living the American dream, I guess. Sounds like the 1920s Ford assembly line era, except back then I don't think the American men were lusting over the Asian women just yet.
She kept asking me how come if he did it, why I couldn't. They met at a bank I was told when he came to visit Vietnam a few years back and kept contact ever since. Their relationship sounded pretty intense. She did look like the girl who would put out, but who knows. I really think it takes a special kind of guy to marry a local girl here. I know quite a few VKs who have steady girlfriends here despite the language problems. Those guys are fobbier than they actually want to admit. The truly Americanized Vietnamese guys wouldn't even look twice at a girl here. Case in point, my two cousins who were well into their 30s and haven't even been to Vietnam yet. Since they grew up isolated in Woodland Hills their attraction to Vietnamese girls are minimal. It's really interesting. I haven't spoken to them in years. They dont really socialize with FOBs like me. Come to think of it, I'm pretty damn Vietnamese. But not Vietnamese enough to accept the average girl here. Come to think of it, I don't know Viet kieus who are dating rich girls from well off families. Most of the guys here date the impoverished countryside girl who limited hopes. They are my target too, I guess. But so far, as you know, so far not so good. One of my friends told me that he loves targeting the factory girls because they work all the time and so he can be unfaithful, and they wouldn't even know.
To each their own, I guess. everyone is different. For the guys telling me not to go for the super hot girls, then my response to you is, I already know that. I don't go for the super hot girls. They wouldn't go for me, simply because I'm too young and too unstable. I don't even date girls who like to go to clubs. I'm just looking for a real down to earth city girl who has money, looks, and a personality. Some study abroad experience wouldn't hurt either. But can I really expect a future with them? HELL NO. I'd be foolish to want to commit to something like that long term. I want my future children to experience as many cultures as possible. I don't want to limit him or her to just American and Vietnamese. I don't want my child to be raised Vietnamese style like me. I don't want them to have to take off their shoes upon entering the house. I don't want them to be all superstitious about stars and moons and shit. I don't want them to have to fear feather dusters too much. Nor do I want them to squat when they shit, even though it's far healthier for one's anus. Am I even actively looking for a girl now? No. I'm over it. My commitments day and night have been tremendously hard on my schedule. I barely have enough time to eat because I've been so busy. Life's too hectic right now to even consider anything serious. I just don't have the time. I don't have weekends anymore.
When the mechanic suggested that he take me out to meet this girl who speaks English, I kindly turned him down. I told him that I needed someone with relatively straight teeth and arms that weren't too hairy. He shook his head and smiled. His mother chimed in about how I'll be alone forever and that I was wasting my time here without getting married. I smiled back at her and told her I'm not thinking about marriage any time soon. Next month a cousin of mine who is just a year older will get married. I'll probably think about it then. But me as someone's husband makes me want to gag. I barely love myself, how can I unconditionally love someone else? It's okay, I'll use Vietnam as my training grounds before I move onto the next saga of my life in Eastern Europe where I'll marry a Vietnamese girl from the Czech Republic or someplace close by. Hell... Polish Vietnamese girls sound scrumptious right about now.
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