Upon reflection, I realize what made the interaction surprising is that the lady is White.
Later I'll usually discover the White female is in or has had some earlier romantic relationship with a non-White male.
Given the prior stats, you can see how this is unusual.
When the majority of one's interactions with members of the opposite sex are devoid of romantic possibility, it's easy to internalize the perception that one is not sexually attractive. It can breed bitterness and frustration - accusations that Asian women are betraying the race, and racial epithets in their direction like 'banana' - yellow on the outside but white on the inside. I'm rooting for John Cho in the new ABC sitcom ' Selfie'.
Furthermore, mainstream media gives Asian males few role models to emulate in social and romantic situations. This is a breakthrough role for an Asian male, and I believe indicative of a shift in societal perceptions, even if the ratings for the show are challenged.
In recent years I have been noticing an increase in the number of younger Asian male-White female couples, as well as non-traditional interracial couples of all combinations.
The statistics for White-Asian interracial marriages in the San Francisco Bay Area are even more extreme - something like a 4 to 1 ratio for White males versus Asian males.)As a result, the odds are against Asian males romantically.
Not only are there fewer possible marriage prospects due to Asian women marrying outside the race, but trying to do likewise (date White females) is an uphill battle for Asian males. Once in a while, when meeting new people, I'll be surprised and taken aback by how friendly a lady is to me.
Before I attend I’m told the dress code is ‘celebratory casual’. The majority of men look like they work in IT and have come from the office.
That is what Tantra is about and it forms the backbone of the philosophy around Tantric dating too.
If you’re like me, the little you know about Tantra is informed by the much publicly-discussed sex life of Trudie and Sting, after Sting made a throwaway comment in 1990. And yet I remember it and can’t seem to erase it from my memory.
We are at a yoga studio in Manhattan on a Tuesday evening, waiting for a Tantric speed dating session to begin.
Unlike that man, who manages to break the almost tangible tension in the air with those few words that ultimately lead to conversation, I remain silent.