My weekends had turned into the same bar with the same faces. My Sunday evenings deserved better material than another screening of the same rom-com. My brother insists the good ones aren't online, and honestly I'd love to prove him wrong. I gave myself one month to seriously
meet Asian women and the people I've met actually want the same things. Not bad at all for something I almost talked myself out of. I'll take progress over perfection any day of the week, and this is real progress.
