#84: Warning: Yellow Fever, Please don't.

**this post contains my hand drawn stick figures, hope y'all like it (I've had a lot of request to illustrate my blogs)**

What's the biggest turn-off?  Guys who have Asian Fetish, aka Yellow Fever.  Some may find it endearing, I, on the other hand, do not like it.  For some reason, when guys who have symptoms of what is known to be Yellow Fever, I can somehow see their thought bubble right in front of me.

Is it because of all the Asian porns they've been watching? I don't know, but whatever it is, I don't like it. Anyway, back to my story...

So I'm in Austin this weekend, and our group went to Rabbit's in East 6th to see Brenda's friend's band play.  Anyway, it's a cute outdoor venue and we grab a table to enjoy the jazzy/blues/contemporary music.  After they're done playing, Ferrell goes over to the band and starts talking to them.  Of course, I'm trying to wave Ferrell down so that he can come over and hangout/drink with us when he's done.  Mind you, Ferrell is at least 15 yards away, and I can't really scream so I start being silly and do my SOS wave.

However, my SOS signal got misinterpreted by the guy that is sitting at a table in front of Ferrell.  He thought I was motioning him over to talk to me, and after I suddenly realized this happened, this white dude (we'll call him Undergraduate Asian Studies, you'll see as you read as to why I named him this) walks over and says in a confident and manly voice:

"Hi there. So you couldn't have just walked over and said hi?"

And of course, I responded:

"Actually, I was waving to him {pointed to Ferrell, who was walking up behind him}."

UAS: "Oh, well, this is embarrassing."

And true to form, my good friend Ferrell says (knowing ALL too well that this whole scene will later on be used for their entertainment):

"What is your name? Why don't you join us!!!"

Freaking Ferrell...I swear.  So I slapped on a smile because I didn't want to seem rude to this guy who was already embarrassed at the fact that he misinterpreted my SOS wave, and of course he sat down next to me.

Here's a quick play by play:

Me: So what do you do?

UAS: I'm an undergrad student at UT, actually, I'll be graduating next semester

Me: (umm...first he's already too young) oh, ok. That's cool.  What are you studying?

UAS: Asian Studies

Me: (uh o, already a sign that I don't really like). Oh, I see, that's cool. I was Asian American Studies and Marketing.

UAS: Cool.

And then the conversation kind of went downhill from there with him saying the following:

• So how do you feel about being a 2nd Generation Asian American.
• Traditional culture versus new age ever changing culture.
• I like Asian culture I find it fascinating.
• My thoughts at the moment - Dude, I just want to enjoy my beer and bullshit with my friends, not talk about a dissertation you're about to write.  I have no interest in that at this moment. Stop trying to relate to me by pulling in all of your 5 page, double spaced Asian Studies essays you've ever written to try to relate to me because I don't want to talk about it.  Let me pull out my higher education, vocab for what we call this entire scenario on your assumptions about me: exoticism. 

And I attempted to say the dumbest things I could think of because I didn't want to talk anymore.

And then....it went on to this:

• Where are you from? Houston? Oh, I'm from there, I hate it there. You look like you're from Austin.
• So what do you look for in a guy? Humor? That's so generic.
• What do you think I look for in a girl?
• My thoughts: Does it matter what I think? I just want to drink my beer.... I'm going to hit Ferrell.

On to randomness: here's a funny image from Rabbit's.  Interpret as you please.