Everyone heads to the internet to dispel loneliness and boredom. Sharon Lam headed there in search of lonely Asian women, and found them everywhere she looked. Yes, a change of scene and a full time job have a remarkable way of tricking you that you do have a place in this world, at least on weekdays.
Everything is the same as it was, though the Warehouse on Tory Street now has automated checkouts. Online, lonely Asian women are everywhere.
No problems with representation here. There are demure ones, busty ones, CGI busty ones — all the types. When I read that I spat out my Indomie. While clearly moved, I — of course — could not be her florist: for was I not also a tender Asian flower? Or at least one of the less ugly weeds? Maybe we could be in the same bouquet together, but her carer I could not be. And so, I tried to reach out to the other lonely Asian women of the internet.
If they were lonely, and I was lonely, why not? The Russian ones too! Three types of results are on the first page. Everything else on the page are links to dating websites.
I click on a couple of these and sign up for the ones that are free using my trusty throwaway email, poocitymayor gmail. The first site I try is one especially for Asian dating in NZ. My username is lonelyasianwoman. I fill out the information honestly and accurately. It asks me about my body type. I say muscular. I add my weight, my height. I activate poocitymayor gmail. There are no photos. Where did all the lonely Asian women go?
