Hey there, it’s Betty again. Let’s talk about something that feels close to home for me—meeting Asian girls in New York City. Living in this city is like being in the middle of a giant cultural stew.
There’s always something exciting happening, and when it comes to connecting with people, it’s never boring. Especially when you’re out there meeting incredible, fascinating Asian women.
So, let me tell you a little story about how this all started for me. I moved to NYC a few years ago, wide-eyed and totally in love with the idea of the city. But, honestly, I felt like a small fish in a massive ocean. It was thrilling and overwhelming all at once. I didn’t really know anyone, so I threw myself into work, events, and meetups to keep busy.
That’s when I started noticing how diverse the Asian community here is. It’s not just about the obvious Chinatown scenes (though, oh my gosh, have you ever tried the dumplings at Nom Wah Tea Parlor?). It’s the way people come from all over—Korea, Japan, China, Vietnam, the Philippines—and bring a little piece of their world with them.
I remember meeting this girl named Hana at a rooftop party in Brooklyn. She was a friend of a friend, and we ended up sitting in a corner, bonding over our love of Korean dramas and how hard it is to find good jjajangmyeon in the city. She was so effortlessly cool, with her pastel-dyed hair and mismatched earrings. I couldn’t help but admire how she owned her style.
Then there was Amy, this ridiculously smart and driven woman I met at a tech conference in Manhattan. She was giving a talk on AI, and I swear the room just lit up when she spoke. We got chatting afterward, and it turned out we both loved wandering the aisles of Muji for no reason. Small world, huh?
Meeting these women wasn’t just about the superficial stuff like how they looked or what they were wearing (though, let’s be honest, they were both stunning). It was the way they carried themselves—their confidence, their warmth, their stories. Each one was a little window into a different part of the world, and I was so grateful to just sit there and listen.
I’ve also had my fair share of misadventures. Like the time I tried to strike up a conversation with a girl at a jazz bar in Greenwich Village. I thought I was being smooth until I accidentally spilled my drink on her. Not my finest moment. But you know what? She just laughed it off, handed me a napkin, and started talking about how she loved jazz because her dad used to play the saxophone back in Shanghai. It turned out to be one of the best conversations I’ve ever had.
The thing about meeting Asian girls in NYC is that it’s not really about “where” or “how.” It’s about being open to those little moments—the shared laughs, the cultural connections, the accidental spills that somehow turn into great stories. This city has a way of surprising you like that, and I, for one, wouldn’t have it any other way.
Until next time,
Betty ❤️