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Hey everyone. I am an Asian male in his mid-twenties who lives in the U. S. As I continue to approach the dating scene I find it hard to gain the attention of females. Once I establish the connection there is not problems with conversations and future encounters, however the most difficult park is breaking the barrier.

I've seen multiple friends have no issues what so ever with breaking the ice with a female and starting a conversation. I'm curious if my race has something to do with this. Are women not as attracted to Asian males in the U. S? If so why? What kind of stereotypes do you struggle with not only in the dating aspect but also in the overall friendship realm. Now before you answer , I realize responses could come across as "racist", I want to let you know that I will not hold any comments against you as long as their honest. Thank you for your opinions and input!

I don't mean coming up and telling you "you're cute". I mean coming up and asking how your day is, where you're from, etc. Would you find this awkward?

I'm gonna be honest here I'm doing this for two reasons. 1. Improve conversation skills and 2. Get possible dates.

I only have 3 good friends and I don't like going to clubs and even then I'm not looking to hook up. I've been single for a year and want to get a girlfriend or meet new people but fuck I don't know how. I get into situations where I'm thinking I should ask for a girl's number but 9/10 I don't do it cos I don't know if it's awkward or not.

My best friend and his crush approached to offer me a community where we, indeed, enjoyed spending each other after my horrible break up. After months, turned out she had a deep crush on me since middle school. Her deep passion was like a sweet assuaging candy to my heart, which was as cold as ice still trying to cover up the wounds that my break up left to my heart.

Days and days I still can hear her echo, soothing her baby sister from the third floor of her house like a cup of warm milk mixed with her honey at the middle of cold night, but as her hand approached to mine, I could never forget the face, the face of a tortured heart engraved on my friend's face. I knew this guy since elementary school. We weren't close, but we did the moment. He was not a good looking man.

She was not a good looking girl.

However, they both have the warmest smiles you have ever seen. The smile of a soothing warm, happy sunlight in your cold days. And the smile of of a sad, cool rain in your hot days.

I still indeed was astray from my break up. I did not love her, and as brocodes, one bro shall never date another bro's love. And I made that clear, very clear. Clear enough to hear her crying as I walked away. Clear enough to wear her ring given to me as my necklace, a symbol of a delayed love.

You know... we always rode bicycle back to school. To be honest, those were my good old days. I have never forgot their faces when saying good bye to me.

A face of an endured bucket of tears. And the face of hopelessness in easing the love of his life. As the train parted, my heart did not even ache, but their faces... forever have haunted me.

May I ask what your story is?