Reading through the thread feels like opening a Pandora's Box, the air suddenly alive with questions that are impossible to meaningfully answer.

"It's like this bag of jackfruit chips I got in a Thai grocery store that read ' Ecoli = 0' on the nutritional information," one user wrote.

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Even though society views us as the same, Sarah grew up thinking being different was a weakness while I grew up thinking different was a strength. “Because my friends dared me to go on one date with an Asian guy. I realize how horrible this sounds, but I guess I, too, feed into the Asian stereotype.”We were standing awfully close to each other. Celine, the female lead, talks about how when we’re young, we believe there will be many people we’ll connect with, and how only when we’re older do we realize it happens only a few times.

As a whole generation of minorities come of age in minority-majority America, I wondered how many other people were grappling with this issue. How did we match on the dating app in the first place? It occurred to me this was probably her closest romantic encounter with an Asian man. I may have been just 31, but I was old enough to know that this was one of those times. ) Sarah felt the same thing, but it seemed my race was keeping her from recognizing it.

One thing was clear, though: As I heard the click of the door opening — the door that would shut me out of her life — I realized I was mistaken about me having enough confidence for both of us. Many months later, after more dates, kisses and moments of vulnerability over stinky tofu, we decided to get married. 31, 2019, we will be tying the knot in my home state.

Sarah thought she knew how she wanted her life to play out.

She loves country music and, well, I don’t country music.

Over dinner, we connected when we opened up about our strained relationships with our mothers and how we came into our own when we went to college out of state.

She thought she knew what kind of person she would find attractive and marry.

We all do that to some degree, whether those expectations involve race, career choice or the number of children we want.

Whenever I complained about how different we were, my parents would just remind me that despite my efforts, people will always treat me like I don’t belong.”Her saying that clarified something for me.

Despite our similarities, we didn’t have the same experience growing up.

That Sarah was open to examining those assumptions (even encouraging and helping me to write about them) was another quality that drew me to her.