The term “Oriental” refers to rugs and food.
I think “Asian” is probably more approriate.
If you loved your new wife, why would you care if she became Americanized? Or wanted to cut her hair? You just got yourself an instant companion, and you don’t want her to be happy too??
Very odd!
Sweet Basil
I have tried a few online dating services. I figure I’m more likely to get along with someone computer literate, and I’m more likely to meet someone literate online… sooo…
The most beautiful girl I have ever known was met through match.com. That was the rare exception though. The girls on those sevices are generally either obese, saddled with kids, or so full of themselves that there’s no room for you. There’s just something about getting hit on 10-20 times a day that makes a girl think she’s Cleopatra or something. I still have hope… just not a great deal of it.
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Clerks - Just because they serve you doesn’t mean they like you.
Quite some time back, a friend and I, both of us shy, lonely guys without girlfriends, came up with the idea of starting a computer dating service, using a check box profile to determine compatibility. (Of course, the whole idea was so we could pick and choose among the lady subscribers.) We gave it up when the profile we made up became rather large and neither of us knew how to A: write it into a comparison program or 2: buy an over the counter program and rig it to do what we wanted. (This was back when you could walk into Sears and buy a word processing program for $10.00. Pre-Windows.)
I checked out a few match making websites and became very aware that those with pictures were best, because often some lady described as petite, fun loving, caring, and huggable turned out to out weigh me by about 100 pounds, though she only came up to my chin, and looked like she not only had not missed any meals – ever – but her mother must have married a first cousin, whose mother had married a first cousin also.
I did contact two VERY beautiful women who responded to my e-mails and we chatted that way for a bit but two things happened. A: They were both in different States and B: they got swamped by hundreds of e-mails from other guys who were more interesting than me.
I was contacted by one lady who, 10 seconds into her e-mail I realized she had a couple of nuts loose upstairs and made the mistake of responding to her – and then spent the next month getting desperate, crazy mail from her until I had to block her. Another sounded GREAT and lived about 100 miles from me and sent me this professional and lovely picture of her. We corresponded happily for some time, and then she decided to send me a current photograph. It turned out that the first pix was a couple of years old and in the intervening time, she had gained quite a bit of weight. QUITE a bit. I tapered off on the contact. (EVEN her face had changed!)
Then a transvestite sent me some hopeful letters and a picture. I complimented him/her on his/her make up and cut the contact. Two homosexuals sent me e-mails and I politely informed them that I am heterosexual but one would not easily take no for an answer and IM’ed me one evening and I had to assure him that I was NOT willing to experiment, did NOT care if he could make me feel better than a woman could, was NOT homophobic – though was getting that way and assured him that I could tell the difference in the dark. I blocked him also.
I was contacted by a sweet looking lady who lives about 30 miles from me and she sent me a picture and she looked like everything I had always desired and we corresponded over e-mail several times. It turned out that she had just divorced her abusive husband of 10 years who had developed a liking to smacking her around, and then she sent a pix showing her and her two kids – who LOOKED like they would be destined for future jail time – ages 8 and 9. I had a struggle with that because I am not all that inclined to rearing another guys offspring, especially those so young who no doubt would have to still visit the divorced dad who no doubt would NOT like me and who would probably cause her problems also. I was still interested anyhow – when she went off line and I never could contact her again.
Liking the type of girl seen in ‘The Nanny’ and ‘my Cousin Vinnie’ – the black haired Brooklyn type (they do exist because I stumbled across one in a grocery store with the SAME voice, the SAME black hair, the SAME slender form and dressed in black, who was with some local guy). I had to walk past her twice because the way she was talking cracked me up and she was BEAUTIFUL! So, I set my selections that way.
Several E-mailed me but they were all Black! I have no problems with people who date or marry interracially, but I don’t.
So, I stopped using those sites. Not that it matters anyhow, because being treated for depression means I am rather reclusive. My idea of a great girl is one about 5 feet tall, weighing in at about 110 to 120 pounds, cute face, petite body (huge breasts don’t matter), small feet, preferably black or red hair – but that doesn’t matter who has to be very caring, like to touch a lot and with NO ABUSIVE EX-BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS in tow. Kids are OK, but, hopefully grown up and living elsewhere. She has to be reasonably intelligent and NOT a mouthy, belligerent racist or seperationist and likes to read something else besides Harlequin Romances. (There’s more, but this is not a dating service.)
I did actually meet a girl who seemed to meet all of the above and dated her – but I should have realized something was wrong when her reading material consisted mainly of Harlequin. She turned out to be nuts! I found out that if one pissed her off, the first thing she would do is locate an ex-boyfriend or some guy and screw his brains out, then come back and tell you all about it. I dumped her. Then I got a blood test and was pleased to find myself clean of all disease.
What? Me worry?’