My sister, bless her heart, tried to hook me up with a guy, recently.
The guy is a widower, an engineer.
I casually told her that I am not interested.
"I am not interested in Malays. Or Malaysians. Only Mat Salehs."
I said, ever so crudely.
Coming from someone who had always been a rebel in the family, this shouldn't 'shock' my parents.
Hey, listen... I tried. I tried dating local men before. I failed, miserably.
I don't think a bikini donning, yoga mat toting 34 YO is the local men's idea of the 'ideal wife'. To add on, I am extremely opinionated and I don't give a damn about religion too.
Both of my 'almost relationships' weren't with local men. I admit, I like white guys. I like their mindset. I like that no stupid religious ideals are being shoved up my ass. I like to talk in English 24-7.
I am only holding myself off because I didn't want to be the stereotypical Sarong Party Girl. In the end, who am I kidding, I like white men. I can't deny it anymore.
Am I a Sarong Party Girl? Well, I don't dye my hair blonde, I don't have over tanned skin, I have my own money and I don't have frikkin' wet dreams of having a green card.
So... well... it's subjective really. I can say no, but people will disagree. I figure, if men can have preferences, women can too.
By the way, Happy New Year all.
Keep Calm and Carry Om!