a few nights ago…i was with some friends…2 guys…2 girls…and myself…and random bum guy started talking to us…just casual talk kinda teasing and asking where my man was cause everyone else seemed couple-y. he told me that wherever my man was, he was missing out cause i was beautiful.

 Then he asked me where I was from.  Me, not having a voice…said nothing.  My friends said I was from Chapel Hill.  We all were. 

 He said, no.  Where else are you from? 

Friend next to me..responding for me…said, "Wilmington." Smile.  

 Except I immediately knew he was thinking along the lines of ethnicity.  

it made me…a little bit….happy…that my friend immediately responded with "Wilmington"…rather than saying that I’m Vietnamese.  I don’t think it once crossed her mind that he was asking about ethnicity. She…and the others, really…seemed thrown off guard when he asked again where I was from.  To me, it was automatic.  I knew exactly what he was talking about (…maybe it’s actually a little sad that that’s automatic…) But yeah, it felt nice not to be recognized as an ethnicity.  at least to my friends.  not that i’m anti- or anything like that.  because dude, if you know me, well, you know me.  i’m rambling now.  i’m not sure if any of this made sense.  just wanted to share.  hah…it can probably be seen that i haven’t really been thinking too much.  or writing too much.  oh well.