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When I was 15, I started dating this guy who was half Chinese, half Polish, and born in Brazil (what a mix!). His dad traveled a lot so I never really got to see him. On my boyfriend’s 16th birthday, I was invited over for a family dinner. It was the first time meeting his parents. Needless to say, I was freaking out.
As soon as his dad met me, he said in broken English, “You can date my son all you want, but he has a wife waiting for him in China so you’re wasting your time.”
I awkwardly smiled, thinking, What the hell did I get myself into? When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, dinner was served, and there were only chopsticks for us to use. I had never in my life even come across these, but I knew that if I wanted the dad to approve of me I had to at least try. Luckily, my motor skills were on fire and I didn’t make a fool out of myself.
After that night his dad was actually super friendly and nice. And no, my boyfriend never married the Chinese woman he had chosen for him.
Side note: When my parents found out my boyfriend was half Chinese, they started calling him “Yellow Submarine.” Embarrassing and rude, but to them it was hilarious. To this day, they still ask me things like, “How’s Yellow Submarine doing?”
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