But then I always have had an unusual taste in men.
By the time I arrived in Beijing, I found Chinese men a fitting replacement for my ‘yetis’ – they differed from what Western society deemed conventionally attractive, and to me they represented adventure, rebellion and a whole new way to escape the status quo.
I’ve had two Chinese boyfriends while I’ve been in China and the second relationship was serious, the kind in which the idea of marriage and children wasn’t petrifying.
Petite and eager to please, these girls are so cute I don’t blame the guys for being attracted to them.
After all, when a Chinese girl pouts, a million hearts melt; when I pout, I resemble a fish. Gorging on crispy duck and splurging on pirated copies of Downton Abbey?
So at the ripe age of 30, I have given up on trying to find my Mr Right. In Beijing, even the most average Western men are able to attract pretty Chinese girls, who seem to be under the impression that they have all the style and sophistication of Daniel Craig.
As a result, the streets of the city are filled with smug-looking Western guys holding hands with their pint-sized Chinese princesses.It was fascinating to be with someone from whom I learned something new every day.Thanks to that relationship, I can speak colloquial Mandarin (including the kind of swear words that one should never, ever use) and prepare traditional Chinese dumplings with the speed and skill of Ken Hom.By my late teens, when my friends were chasing football players, I had developed a thing for men with long hair.This is a period that my friends tagged my ‘yeti’ phase.His mother, although I adored her, was overbearing.