In 1999 the movie Anna and the King came out. It’s a remake of the King and I starring Jodie Foster as Anna and Chow Yun-fat as the King of Siam. It was while watching this movie I realized my attraction to Chinese men. You know how some people have Elvis pictures on their walls, well if I would have been just a tiny bit younger Chow Yun (as I’ve come to call him) would have been on my wall. Being that I was in my 40’s and well past this immature stage of life I chose to quietly put his pictures in my books, as bookmarks or oooh, look at that, on the back of a piece of paper that I just happened to find in my nightstand. I had completely forgotten about this attraction to Chinese men. Until today.
Those that know me know that I am always looking for signs. God send me a sign that I should do this. God send me a sign that I should not do this. Point me in the right direction. God are you there? I don’t think I’m alone in this plea for God to make his whereabouts and intentions known. Although he is the master of mixed signals (God not Chow Yun) I believe he threw me a bone today.
I just came back from getting a pedicure at a new place, one block from my house. It’s hard to find a new place once you become accustomed to a favorite place. I have been so sad to leave all I know behind in Palm Harbor. My hair dresser, my nail place, my doctors, but today I bit the bullet. I called and went to a new pedicure place. I ventured out of my comfort zone. My nail technician was a Chinese man, who looks exactly like Chow Yun-fat. If that’s not a sign I don’t know what is.