My story is kinda funny, maybe even silly, but it is a very fond memory that left many serious consequences ;)

In my part of the world, people are mostly Caucasian. The first time I've ever seen an Asian man live and in person, was when I was about 5. He was a Japanese world traveler who knocked on our door one night asking for directions and a place to stay. I remember it was a cold, snowy night, I was already in my pj's refusing to go to bed, as usual. And there he was. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was "different". His eyes were mysterious, his hair was shiny, his attitude was fascinating, calm, reserved, yet kind, polite and well mannered. I looked up at my mom with major puppy eyes and whispered "Can we, please, keep him?" ^^ This, at the time, 30 year old man, left me absolutely smitten. He ended up staying with us for a while, and I studied his every move, listened to his every word although I didn't understand a word he said [my English was rusty back when I was 5], but it didn't matter. To me, everything about him was magical, and the feeling was so strong I can still vividly recall what it felt like to look at him back then. I don't think he realized at the time that he planted this enormous love for both Asia and the Asians into my mind. And for that I will always be grateful.

The truth is, I do not believe neither race nor nationality (as well as many other categorizations people chose to label themselves with) make us who we are.  In fact, I am so extreme in these beliefs I bring a whole new meaning to the term "open minded". But still, a fact is a fact, there's something about Asian men. :)

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2 Responses Feb 8, 2010

Where are you from?<br />
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Are you from Europe? These days, Asians are found almost everywhere in all the continents?

wow great story! :D