Charlie: My Chinese Love

Charlie could be the perfect boyfriend. He’s my little Chinese man.

His legs are short, his eyes are brown, and all his hair is tan.

He walks with me to class at least 3 times per week.

All the other girls are jealous, he's just so stinkin' sweet.

He’s never suffocating. Yet, he’d wait for me all day.

He has other friends to hang out with, yet he’s always down to play.

Sometimes when we play he gets distracted. By people, places, or things.

I have to be careful when he gives me kisses because people will come up and scream.

We have to be discreet in public. Many Chinese people don’t seem to understand,

How I can love my Charlie, my little Chinese man.

Peace Corps would not like this picture. We’re not supposed to touch dogs.
But he’s just so irresistible. He’s my light in all this smog.

Epilogue to my last post: One week after I wrote that letter, the gentleman I had the great pleasure of meeting was escorted from the campus and to the airport. Turns out I'm not the only person he offended that week.