Growing up in the States, I just wasn’t particularly attracted to Asian girls. Growing up in a sea of peachy-skinned, freckly faced caucasian girls for most of my whitewashed adolescence, my senses naturally attuned to ladies with the western aesthetic. That all changed when I moved to Asia.
Asian girls… They’re everywhere!
Even as drooling infants, we can process faces. I believe our sensitivity to perceive facial aesthetics is relative to the people we come into contact with most often. As a young boy, I could hardly tell the difference between Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee because I rarely saw Asian faces.
Only about 5% of the U.S. population is of Asian ancestry. In Asia, that number increases to like 124%. Naturally, when I migrated from one extreme to the other, my sensitivity to Asian facial aesthetics heightened—particularly for the ladies.
Today, the number of women in China almost doubles the total combined population of the United States. Imagine: 640 million little Chinese girls talking loudly, all at once, in Mandarin. That sight would be amazing and probably very terrifying. But I digress.
It takes a certain amount of exposure to a foreign race to appreciate its beauty, I think. These days, when I make eye contact with an Asian girl, I know immediately whether I think she’s hot or not. Prior to my journey East, my brain’s shallow, depraved beauty filtration system was limited almost exclusively to white girls.
If the fantasy of being with an Asian girl takes precedence over being with a girl you’re truly compatible with, then you’ve got “yellow fever.” That’s a fetish, not a genuine attraction, because you’re probably infatuated with the idea of the girl instead of who she really is.
It’s important to recognize the difference between “yellow fever” and genuine attraction. Claiming to be exclusively attracted to a girl because of her race is absurd and unfair, so don’t be that guy.
As a result of my migrating to Asia, I can now honestly say that I’m as attracted to Asian girls as I am to white girls. Is it just some late-onset Asian fetish? A brief phase of my young adulthood? No. I believe that my life in the far East has simply awakened an appreciation for oriental beauty that was once lain dormant.