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The Turkish yuppie’s bachelor pad is a sterile, vacuous cross between a doctor’s waiting room and Toys-R-Us.
There are cheap prints of great artworks on the walls, white-carpeted floors, furniture picked out of a catalogue, and lots of toys lying around – Play Station, flatscreen TV, souvenir lighters, discarded i Pods, last seasons' i Phones, some kind of discarded ab apparatus he saw on an infomercial, football paraphernalia (both from his NFL team and his Turkish soccer team, which is either Fenerbahce or Galatasaray), and actual real souvenirs from when he went on Spring Break to Cancun while his dad was putting him through college in the U. There are of course no books, just a big library of DVDs instead, among which you’ll find the whole Die Hard and Lethal Weapon series.
And issue number one is his Mother (always written with a capital M).
In terms of over-protectiveness and over-bearingness, the Turkish Mother could go toe-to-toe with a Jewish Mother any day.
CFL is like a tidal wave of American men in love with Chinese women, with only a rare American woman/Chinese husband surfacing to break the monotony. Several years ago, when my husband enrolled in a New Oriental class in Shanghai for GRE prep, the instructor warned all of the Chinese men: “If you’re going to study abroad, prepare for four lonely years.” The underlying message was, don’t expect to fall in love — but be pleasantly surprised if it happens.
You’ll kick yourself for having been a fool, but cut him some slack, because the poor guy really does think the world revolves around him. It’s because I’m often seen holding hands with my Chinese husband.It’s true — the sight of a foreign woman and Chinese boyfriend or Chinese husband is much rarer than its counterpart, the foreign man and Chinese woman.So now you see these guys 20 years on who wear undershirts tucked into their underwear, collared shirts tucked into their pants, hair so caked in gel you can see your reflection in it, standing around in one of those places where you pay a thousand dollars for a J&B just because there’s a view, as they give their best self-important Bollywood-actor-meets-creepy-myopic-stalker look to bottle-blonde nişantaşettes while simultaneously talking about jet-skis with their identically dressed childhood friends, and you think, “Good lord, what went wrong?
” Well, to find the answer you’ll have to go home with one of them.
It means he’s either started or is about to start cheating on you.