I am way overdue for an FR or two – I’m sorry guys, but I’ve been busy with several projects lately. They’ve all been coming together to make my life better overall, but right now, I’m really frustrated with a scarcity mentality that I put on myself. But let’s rewind back to last week for a broad picture of what I’m talking about.

Last Saturday: I went out to the bars in the city with my wingman, John. Now, John and I want what the other has had. I’ve been able to pull a girl from a club, while he has not, and he currently has a cute Asian chick as a FWB/FB, while I’ve never so much as kissed an Asian girl in my life. As you’ve seen from my previous posts, I’ve got the fever for Chinese/Japanese/Korean/Filipina/etc. women bad. So I went out with the condition that I would only hit on Asians. So John and I get seats at the bar. We have a couple drinks, and I finally spot one Asian chick at a nearby table, so I try to head towards her. On the way, I bump into another girl. I say sorry, but she looks at me with an intense gaze and is shaking her head “no” without saying anything. I decided to play around with her since I hadn’t flirted with anyone yet that night, so I said, “What are you giving me that look for? You must be trouble. Can’t you talk?” To which she responded by doing sign language at me. I was horrified that I might have actually insulted her, so I got out my cell phone and used the notepad app to communicate with this mute chick. I felt really awkward and ashamed, but she tried to reassure me, and ultimately said out loud in a normal Midwestern accent (not like Hellen Keller), “It’s okay.” So, I suspect I’d been trolled.

I ultimately chickened out with the Asian chick I was targeting, but after a few minutes of sitting at the bar with John, a Chinese girl sat next to me. She was wearing a bizarre skimpy outfit, with fur on her shoulders and a very short skirt showing off her nice legs. I told her she looked really cute, and she was flattered. It turns out she (her name’s Angela) grew up in China but had just finished studying in Chicago and actually lives really close to the Loop. So I talked with her and teased her a bit, rubbed her furry shoulders, and when she had to meet up with her friends I got her number.

We decided to bounce because of a dearth of Asians in that bar, and eventually wound up in a large sports bar that had several hundred patrons and an 80s cover band doing some classic stuff like Morris Day & The Time and Eddie Money. Despite the massive crowd, there were only 2 or 3 Asian chicks in the entire place. John and I took a break in the middle of the cover band’s set and went to a smaller bar near the back of the venue. A girl bumped into me, and I said, “Were you trying to dance with me?” So we danced for a bit, and I said to her, “I’m trying to get my friend laid!” I noticed John standing around a bit awkwardly, so I put one hand behind his back and one hand behind another chick’s back and pushed the two of them together. A half hour later they were making out and exchanging numbers. I feel kinda proud of myself for playing matchmaker. So that night, all I got was one phone number, and I actually have a date with Angela from China scheduled for tomorrow, but I still have to talk about how frustrating it is to look for an Asian girlfriend in Chicagoland. More to come in part 2.