The last names of the boys I had crushes on as a girl.
Kato - grades 3 - 6. He wore gold wire-rimmed glasses and he was soooo good at dodgeball.
Chang - Also a cutie-pie, during breaks from Kato.
Lee - 6th-7th grade - I liked the Van Halen song "Jump" because he liked it.
Lee - 7th - different one, had pretty kicks.
Chu - 7th and 8th grade - had huge hops, got very good at volleyball in HS.
Trinh - 8th grade - just a little. We became good friends; he's now a monk.
Hwang - 9th grade - he was smart, smart, smart, and was a quarterback for our HS football team. A devout Bapist.
Kuk - 10th grade - totally a bad boy, sat in the back of the bus.
Lee - 10th grade - he chose an American first name sometime about then; it was hard to switch.
Troy - 11th grade - some blond token, also with pretty kicks.
Flynn - 11th grade - don't be fooled. He's hapa.
Huynh - 12 grade - one of the few who wasn't mesmerized by my sister.
Teng - 12th grade - should have dated him.
I'll keep thinking, but I am shocked that I didn't crush on a Kim until my first year of college.
Update: I forgot a Yang - high school sometime.
Chang - Also a cutie-pie, during breaks from Kato.
Lee - 6th-7th grade - I liked the Van Halen song "Jump" because he liked it.
Lee - 7th - different one, had pretty kicks.
Chu - 7th and 8th grade - had huge hops, got very good at volleyball in HS.
Trinh - 8th grade - just a little. We became good friends; he's now a monk.
Hwang - 9th grade - he was smart, smart, smart, and was a quarterback for our HS football team. A devout Bapist.
Kuk - 10th grade - totally a bad boy, sat in the back of the bus.
Lee - 10th grade - he chose an American first name sometime about then; it was hard to switch.
Troy - 11th grade - some blond token, also with pretty kicks.
Flynn - 11th grade - don't be fooled. He's hapa.
Huynh - 12 grade - one of the few who wasn't mesmerized by my sister.
Teng - 12th grade - should have dated him.
I'll keep thinking, but I am shocked that I didn't crush on a Kim until my first year of college.
Update: I forgot a Yang - high school sometime.
posted by Megan at 4:12 PM
19 Comments:
Well you don't quite follow the usual rule. Something you have in common with our mutual "friend" Jacqueline (though she and Terrance are no longer an item).
Peter
Iron Rails & Iron Weights
I'm openminded. I've dated non-Asian guys. In fact, I am leery of Asian boys now, 'cause I am scared of their moms.
But for objectifying? You never get over what you liked in junior high.
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I prefer Rice Queen.
You never get over what you liked in junior high.
You really never do.
Zubon:
I'm making my way through the non-fiction recommendations on Unfogged, and then I have all the light reading recommendations here. But as soon as I get through those, I'm going straight for your site. I'm psyched for your reviews.
Woohoo, someone's objectifying asian guys! Now that's progress.
What a contrast... there were few Asian boys around to choose from for me. I tended to pick all blonde boys back then. Now, it's all Asian and maybe an occasional dark brown haired guy.
Can't blame you about the Asian mom thing... I don't plan on bringing anyone home unless I have a ring on my finger. ;)
You gotta worry about the Asian dads, too. They're just as picky about who gets to join their families. -K.
You know, I've never had a problem with the Dads. I always thought that they were just psyched that their sons were dating someone with such large breasts.
(I thought that because they said so. Men, don't tell your girlfriends that your father is perving on them.)
You know, I've never had a problem with the Dads. I always thought that they were just psyched that their sons were dating someone with such large breasts.
If I were crude, I'd say that this comment is useless without pictures, but I'm not crude, and therefore I'm not saying it.
In any event, it seems as if more and more Asian women are breaking the stereotype and displaying more ample endowments. While in some cases surgery may be responsible, I suspect that dietary changes associated with life in America may play a role too.
Peter
Iron Rails & Iron Weights
Crushing on a Troy: I know something about that. But more like a first name than a last name. He makes CDs on the first date....
Megan, I remember you mentioned perving fathers before. Did this happen multiple times?
Oh, and your fingers are as divine as the pope's nostril hair.
Four boyfriends - two perving fathers, one father I never met, one sweet and excellent father.
Those of us with blood from the subcontinent are saddened by the lack of a Kumar, Gupta, or even a Ray or Sen among your crushes. Wherefore? Accents? A culture-wide lack of interest in anything athletic other than cricket? Or do you just secretly cringe at the part of the fantasy where you end up with a dot on your forehead?
Ananda:
I crushed on the guys who were there to be crushed on. Notice the fairly indiscriminate sprinkling through east and SE Asia. Maybe if your desi brethren had shown up for class...
Megan: I have a dad that frowns upon such things [critiqued my homecoming date's decolletage; referred to her as "Big Boo" from that point forward.]
Not that I do, I might add. I am enthusiastic about breasts, my lovely wife's in particular. -K.
Frowns on displaying breasts? Some of us can't help it. They display themselves.
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