Between work and my social shenanigans, I’ve been meeting a lot of new people recently. I always try to jump in with a fun upbeat attitude, but sometimes I get comments/questions that suggest they’re trying to typecast me (and I HATE being personality profiled):

• So…you’ve lived in Vegas? When I ramble off the list of places I’ve lived: San Francisco, San Diego, Washington DC, Las Vegas…and the other person immediately latches on to Sin City, I’m typically met with an eyebrow raise. They desperately want to ask if I was a call-girl / stripper / one that performs various acts of indecency, but seeing as we’ve just met — that line of questioning would be entirely inappropriate. I moved there because it was a once-in-a-lifetime design opportunity. Let’s just say I adopted the lifestyle of a local real quick, and if you ever have a chance, visit the Artisan off of Sahara Ave. That place is deathly inspiring. It blows my tits off.

• All my previous Asian girlfriends were designers too. Uh-o. I’ve just been boxed into a corner. But what this statement really means coming from the mouth of a straight single boy: “Yea…I’d do you. You’re f*ck-able. Because I have a type, and you’re it.”

• Did you go to Chico State? CSU, Chico has an Asian American demographic breakdown of 5.7%. If the person wanted to hedge their bets, they could have said UC Berkeley, but something about my personality and conversation skills must be a dead-giveaway that I’m not “public ivy” material. However, in their eyes, I’m deemed party school material.