You shall not be spared

I thought I was so lucky. My parents told me all through college to focus on my education and not worry about dating. It translated to me as they would not be meddling in my, granted non-existent, lovelife and not be placing any pressure to get married or whatever. I thought I somehow miraculously had the Asian parents not talking about the urgency to marry a Chinese engineer. Gah, I'm sad it's over. The illusion, anyway. I'm visiting home and this time the article my dad clipped for me from the Chinese newspaper is not on the health benefits of eggplant, but about Chinese online dating sites. "It's not good for you to be alone," he says. Gah! I know that! And he had to bring up one of his friend's single sons and ask me what I thought of the guy. No! It's happening! My mom also asked me if I still talk with any of the guys I knew in high school. No, thank god, I do not. Well, it's only the first conversation. If it gets any worse I may need to create a fictional boyfriend. You know, Chinese, Christian, and a software engineer at Google. I think I'm too old for freak-out games like Black, Muslim, and a pot dealer. But, let's see how intense this gets as I approach 30.