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I found this interesting blog-article. It describes how Chinese chicks get all wet just seeing Nordic man, it's written by the irritated girlfriend so there certainly is no smoke without the fire. Reading this board for awhile there clearly is nordicist tendencies amongst the local Indians. Yeah, they prolly deny that but it is so obvious that it is allmost funny. All that who is Aryan and who is not stuff. They or anyone else would care a damn about any Aryans if Uncle-Adolf Society wouldnt told everyone how great the Aryans are, and the Aryans are blue eyed, tall North Europids. Anyway, vote the poll and read the article. Is nordicism at large in Asia ?

http://sheinchina.blogspot.com/2008/...nnish-men.html


Wanted in China: tall, blonde, Finnish men


This might sound a bit odd, but I swear it’s true: pretty much every single Chinese girl we've met has got a crush on my boyfriend.

He’s tall, blonde, Finnish, and takes good care of himself. And the Chinese girls like what they see.

I quickly got used to the longing stares at the metro or in public places. I also soon got used to having to ‘pee on him’ (a intimate term that we use when one of us should ‘mark his/her territory -eg, deliver a kiss’ and show the onlookers that the object they are drooling over is in fact taken), as well as having problems getting served in restaurant as many girls were too shy/nervous to come up to our table. “For Christ’s sake, he’s already got a girlfriend!” I often wanted to yell. “And she is sitting next to him! Stop ignoring my absence, despos!!” But sometimes (or quite often, actually) it seemed like I was invisible to those girls. So I figured it was easier to ignore it.

However, sometimes it just goes overboard.

Once inside a clothing shop, I was in the changing room trying on a dress meanwhile my boyfriend was waiting outside.
“I wonder if there’s something weird with my clothes,” my boyfriend said. “The shop assistant keeps on starring at me, giggling.”
“Oh, funny,” I said, “maybe she’s got the hots for you.”
“I’m not sure. She’s almost a bit hysterical, and her face is all red.”
“Well maybe you should wait outside then. So she doesn't pass out of the excitement.”

My boyfriend obliged, and stepped outside the shop meanwhile I paid for the dress.
“That boy!!!” the shop assistant said, forgetting (?) to count the money I was handing over. “He is so handsome! He is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen!” She giggled like a ten-year-old.
“Oh really,” I replied acidulously. Oblivious to my sourness, she went on.
“He is so perfect. Is he your friend?!”
“My BOYFRIEND;” I corrected.
“Oh?!” She gave me a quick ‘once-over’ and started laughing uncontrolled.
“How old is he?”
“27”
“Oh, he is so beautiful, please tell him I think he is beautiful, please tell him I said so!” I could sense the desperation in her voice.
“Sure, I will tell my BOYFRIEND that you said so!”
“Oh thank you! He’s so beautiful….”

Yikes! As soon as I get my change I left quicker than quick.

And how does my boyfriend handle all the attention?
Well, he says he doesn’t care. But I know he loves it.