Asian Men Are Awesome, and My Husband Is the Best!
I'm a white girl from the rural south. It was just kind of assumed for as long as I can recall, that I'd ultimately end up marrying the parent-approved white guy whom I'd dated on and off forever, who looked enough like me to be my twin brother. Can I get a yawn?
It was my junior year of high school, and I was working at my part time after school job when a new guy in a different department caught my eye. He was just plain hot! He had this aura of rebelliousness about him, and a bad attitude to match. He was also Korean. We began dating shortly after that, much to my family and friends' shock and horror, and he showed me a side of the world I had no idea even existed. He introduced me to street racing, industrial rock, and the underground scene of the city I'd lived quite near to for all my life. Although we didn't date long, I was forever changed by the experience. He was just so wild, and that was exactly what I needed.
A few years later, I was a Private in the Army, and I met a handsome Sergeant with intense eyes, the most beautiful golden skin, and a last name I couldn't even begin to pronounce. Thai names are like that, though. He quickly became my most trusted Sergeant, and he saw me through everything I had to contend with as a young soldier in an Army newly at war. He was always so competent, and his abilities as a leader in garrison and on the battlefield drew me to him like a moth to a flame. We served alongside each other for my entire enlistment, and you could just about cut the tension with a knife, but neither of us made a move in the other's direction. He was too professional, and I respected him too much to do that, even though his professionalism only made him hotter to me!
When my time in the Army was drawing to a close, I was so surprised when he approached me off duty one day. I could tell it took a lot of courage, because he practically spit the words out like an order. He said, "You're out when? Tuesday? I need contact info for you back home. Phone, email, and mailing address. Write them here." and handed me his green notebook and his pen. I wrote down the information for my parents' house, which is where I would be staying temporarily when I got out. He said, "Florida's nice. I'll come visit you if you'll let me."
The next day, he received orders to Kuwait in preparation for the invasion of Iraq. I got out of the Army, he left on a Super Cargo with our battalion's gear, and I didn't hear from him for a month or so. I missed him. Then the letters started to come in! He told me all the things he wished he'd told me over the years we served together, but never had instance to say, plus new things that occurred to him as he sat in the desert, and missed me just as much as I missed him.
A year later, he came home, and it wasn't long after that, that we were married. That was five years ago. Since then, we've been through two more deployments, three duty stations, and we've had two babies! When I look at my gorgeous husband with our kids, I know I made the right choice. The folks back home might not understand how I could marry outside my race, and some of them no longer speak to me because I did, but my husband is more than worth that.
Asian men in general are hot, but my husband is the best of all!!!