I love my Hmong boys, and I'll tell you why.
Because Hmong boys eat rice like me. They grew up on pork and zaub ntsuab soup, boiled chicken (qaib vom), and know about and have ate qaib with Hmong herbs, and other common Hmong dishes, including pepper with cilantro/onion/lime. There is just such a comforting feeling in knowing that you have a deep connection with each other because you grew up on the same food. I love that I can conversate in Hmong with my Hmong boys. Even if they speak English more, they still understand and can speak Hmong with me. They know what it's like when Hmong people ua neeb and hu plig even if they and I may not practice doing those things. They know how Hmong parties are: chaotic, crowded, lively, and filled with lots of good food. They know how annoying "Hmong time" can be but know that it's to be expected. They are familiar with the Hmong customs and traditions, and know how Hmong weddings and funerals are like. They've heard of and understand what it means when people say "tsov tom" (tiger bite) and "daj ntseg" (yellow ear) and other funny Hmong phrases.
There are just so many commonalities and it's just such a nice and comforting feeling to know you share a deep level of understanding and connection because you come from the same background.
BUT, I feel that my friends and my uncle may be right. At my age there are not a lot of options if I am wanting just a Hmong boy. If I want a Hmong boy that is a good person who's successful and single and who's my age, they're basically saying to me "good luck." I'm not saying that I am looking because I am not in any hurry. I'm just saying that if a man of another race has everything that I want, except for not being Hmong, I will be so sad. Because my heart belongs with a Hmong boy. But I know the possibility is there that I may not end up with a Hmong boy. And this thought makes me sad.
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