So this happened the other day on Craigslist, apparently. And since I didn’t see any other person (Asian, Black, White, Latino, Purple, or Alien) decked out in Oregon gear that night, well…process of elimination. -__-
Choronda, as well as my loving boyf/future hubby, have taken turns making fun of me for it. The latter actually said he was going to respond for giggles and be all like, “O HAI HERRO MY NAME IS LAY OTAY! ^_^” And then probably scare this person away with pictures of me eating all the things.
My internal response?
SUP DUDEBRO LET’S GO GRAB A BREWSKI AND WATCH SOME COLLEGE PIGSKIN & HOOPS MMM HMM YEAH BRAH slash HAHAHAHAHAHA NO SANKYOO OKAY BAI.

(Oh, but at least it’s not as bad as the soy sauce incident.)
So, finding another punny tumblr to follow the other day reminded me of this one time I got a missed connection on Craigslist. I came home from the gym one night and got this e-mail from Rich that was all like, ZOMGWTFRAY with the link to the MC. Dang, I wish I had saved that junk. Anyway, I don’t remember exactly what it said, but it described any Asian guy cuz we all look alike me to a T, and then had something like, “Does anyone know this guy’s deal? Mmm, cuz dayum I wouldn’t mind having some of that soy sauce spilled on me…”
Oh.
Laura suggested I tape soy sauce packets to my chest that night at the gym. Juan told me that mid-way through my workout I could pretend to be all tired, and then pull out a packet of soy sauce…then open it and start drinking it all seductively, and pretend to get energized. And then my bff Joshie was trying to goad this dodo into sending us a picture. No.
The only good that came out of it was that Joan designed a custom-made brown t-shirt for Anth’s yankee swap for me that read, “Got Soy Sauce?” in AZN-y font.