I wrote this in quick response to Fandango before realising it was initially inspired by Cyranny.
Anyway …
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Her name was Suzie. She was 23 years old, of ‘Chinese descent’, liked art galleries, travel and fast cars. We had never met. We had exchanged photos, but not even yet spoken.
I chose the restaurant.
“Authentic Szechwan cuisine.” 4 ½ stars, Joel, 34
“The Fuqi Fei Pian is to die for.” 5 stars, Karen, 28.
“Not your average Asian slop.” 3 stars, Mark, 42
I had arranged for food to be served immediately upon her arrival, and so, when I recognised her gliding through the entrance, I held my hand up to her and simultaneously nodded to the waiter in a manner which I hoped conveyed an air of both experience and authority.
She was a replica of her photo.
Her hair was long and straight and dark and seemed to move as if choreographed to compliment the sway of her body. Her eyes were deep mysterious pools cut into the pure alabaster of her skin. She moved with a calm oriental grace such that the atmosphere itself seemed to bow respectfully to her as she floated across the floorboards towards me.
Just moments after she had taken her seat and demurely pushed her hair back behind her ears, the waiter arrived and, with a suitable air of ceremony, presented us with the opening course.
She examined it briefly before taking just one chopstick in her fist and driving it, like a spear, into a piece of meat nestling within a colourful array of noodles and vegetables.
“And what exactly,” she asked me, in a broad Australian accent, “is this shit?”
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Richmond Road 
Ah, the accidental racist. Poor fuck. Somehow he seems much older than her, a product of the time of romantic gestures. I like him even though he’s a racist. He tries.
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Perhaps from my own time. If her parents were from the subcontinent he would probably take her to the cricket.
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Aside from making me enjoy your story, you have made me hungry!!
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That made me laugh. Totally unexpected. I’m glad you credit Cyranny.
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Another gem. ❤
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A little weird to order food before she got there. And any Aussie chick knows her chow mein from her Korean hotpot… that’s all we eat apart from KFC
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Yeah. Lovesick and desperate guys are always a little weird aren’t they?
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lol many Australian Asians are sixth generation! Their great great great grandpappies came out for the gold rush … more aussie than me, my gran came from UK 🙂
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Yeah. I rather wished that I had come from convict stock – it seems more in keeping with my persona and political view, but alas, I am the distant offspring of settlers.
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🙂
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