Most Western women shy away from the prospect of having a Chinese boyfriend: they find them too traditional, overly effeminate (it doesn’t help that many carry handbags and adore boybands such as Westlife), and the cultural barrier too immense to overcome.
So at the ripe age of 30, I have given up on trying to find my Mr Right. In Beijing, even the most average Western men are able to attract pretty Chinese girls, who seem to be under the impression that they have all the style and sophistication of Daniel Craig.
As a result, the streets of the city are filled with smug-looking Western guys holding hands with their pint-sized Chinese princesses.
By my late teens, when my friends were chasing football players, I had developed a thing for men with long hair.
This is a period that my friends tagged my ‘yeti’ phase.
There’s a common joke here that a girl should never ask her boyfriend who he would save first if she fell into a lake with his mother.