When I opened up the series “Double Happiness,” I originally called for stories from couples about why they love each other, or how they met.
But then I met L. Han, who had a story for me about why he loves Western women — even though he didn’t have a girlfriend or wife. After reading it, I decided to run it. It speaks to the people in our community who haven’t found their Double Happiness yet, but still have something to say about it.
So, thanks to L. Han, I’m adjusting “Double Happiness” to welcome your own stories on why you love Chinese men or Western women — even if you’re NOT in a couple (submit yours right here).
Here’s his story:
At the very curious age of 5, I always wondered why women from the West had colourful hair, as opposed to women in Asia. My fascination started from watching the Disney cartoon the Little Mermaid with Ariel, the lady with the red hair and sea shell bikinis who had far-fetched dreams of marrying the prince on the shore.
Soon I realised, I was becoming more like Ariel, with dreams of finding someone beyond my own world. At an early age, I never had a physical attraction to Asian women. Yes, I might watch some Hong Kong serial dramas but hardly any women looked attractive to me. I was merely watching because I didn’t want to be alienated in school when they would bring up the topic, “hey, did you watch that Hong Kong drama yesterday?” Sooner or later, I just found myself glued to dramas of the West, such as the Pretender.
When I was 19 and starting my life in Australia, I had my first face-to-face glimpse of how white women really were. I had met some Norwegian and Swedish girls who were at least 5 to 10 years my senior. They were very nice and prepared a large birthday party for me (which turned out to be the best I ever had).
One day, I was able to befriend this girl online. She went to my university, but stayed in a different campus that was at least 30 minutes away by car. We talked a lot every day, especially about Japanese anime. Often I would send her some anime files, so she could watch them and laugh with me. She was bad at spelling, but I still liked her. Gradually, I found out she was an American girl who was living and studying music in Melbourne, Australia at that time.
One day, she was all sad and suicidal. This local Australian guy she had been interested in turned cold on her and made her feel very depressed. I made the decision to find a payphone and ring her up to calm her down. I was worried she was going to kill herself. I told her, “life is a great one ahead and you don’t need to focus yourself on someone who doesn’t care so much about you. I care about you very much.” Even though we were friends that never met, I believe everyone needs a friend in life.
Days passed and she realised she didn’t do very well in school. Her parents told her to return to the USA. Before she left, she promised me that she will come visit me one day, maybe in a year’s time. While she returned to the USA, we kept in touch and I sent her a nice Christmas card I designed with her favourite anime characters. That was the last time I ever heard from her.
She wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world and she spelled terribly. But she was still a girl with a great, kind heart — and the first non-Asian girl I ever liked.
L. Han continues meeting girls online, and still hopes to find the “Ariel” of his dreams someday.
How did you meet? Why do you love him/her (or Chinese men/Western women)? How two different people “complete each other” in unexpected ways? We’re looking for a few good stories from Chinese men and Western women in love to share on Fridays. Submit your original story or a published blog post today.