Dating in Colombia VS Dating in China

Dating is hard. Duh. As an American, it’s interesting how other countries date because it’s vastly different than where I’m from. This post explains what it’s like to date women from two cultures on opposite sides of the world: China and Colombia. I’ve broken the explanation process down into five simple categories (in relative order):... Continue Reading →

Creating A Vision

The first time I met Z we were at this big gala where everyone gets together to sing kumbaya and revel in how great things really aren't. I remember walking into this massive ballroom feeling unimpressed because I hadn’t been here two weeks and already I felt disingenuous. The night was going to be one... Continue Reading →

Not A Lot, But Enough

I forget where I am. It’s March 1, 2018 and I have to rub my eyes a little bit to see the TV I left on to know I’m in a hotel room in Beijing, China.  My father doesn’t think I should be here, but I’m living my life as if he has passed away,... Continue Reading →

In Every Direction

Christina and I haven’t had the smoothest of relationships, her relentless positivity and optimism not meshing with my sardonic, reclusive personality. But when I think of Christina, I always remind myself how much respect I have for her willingness to give so much, yet ask for so little. I recently sat down with Christina on... Continue Reading →

The Chance To Grow

I wanted to sit down with her, so I did. It was a few days ago, an empty room on the second floor providing the setting for what would be an insightful conversation. Right away, it is clear ZeErica is a happy woman, a radiating smile emanating from her face that both invites intrigue and... Continue Reading →

26 Years and Still No Answers

“You want to go on vacation together?” I email my uncle not too long ago. “Negative. Can’t travel anymore,” his email reads, my plan to imbibe in an expensive paradise now needing an alternative. “How are things going in China?” he goes on to ask. “They’re going well, nothing special.” “I pray for your safety... Continue Reading →

Fasten My Seatbelt

Three bike rides, two massages (one oil and one Thai, both by women with death grips that have me limping out of the parlor), and eight steaks later I ready to leave Bangkok. I sleep for a few hours before my red eye, which I have to supplement with a three hour layover in a... Continue Reading →

A Day In A Chinese Hospital

My alarm goes off, another Sunday morning beginning at the crack of dawn. In a haze, I walk to the bathroom for my morning ritual. I'm caught off guard when I take a piss that doesn't feel normal. I don't think much of it. Maybe the spaghetti bolognese I ate last night had old tomatoes... Continue Reading →

The Beijing Express

The humidity seeps in from outside my window, smothering me in a layer of heat my body would rather not experience as I try to fall asleep. Numerous topics roll through my head, like how working in an office can become toxic, the likely consequence when people are forced to spend long hours together. I... Continue Reading →

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