It's not just me.
Now I could have written this myself. It is amazing how many times this happened to me.
When he eventually gets around to asking, “What are
you?” will it be any different than any other obnoxious
bore…watching her talk, all the while trying to decipher
and calibrate the skin tone, the shape of her eyes,
the color of her hair? In the past, the truly devious and
ignorant would ask where she was from. A city in California
was not the answer.
—S.Wong, “Eye Contact”