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I married an Italian women because I thought she was beautiful. Her lush brown hair was gorgeous. However, I ignored the facts smacking me in the face. She was a feminist and a nightmare to live with. We divorced, despite my efforts to work it out. She was she. Still, love her to this day but not for who she is, but for what I thought she was, I’m a dumbass I know.

So there I was, lost and didn’t know what love is. I met a very young Japanese girl. Way too young for a very old bitter man that I had become. 12 years a part. I was 34 and she was just 22. We dated for 2 years it was really really fun. So I married her. I know, stupid me!

She’s 50 years old now and just as beautiful when I first met her. Still has that lovely jet black hair, cries when she spots a grey one, I laugh and tell her at least you still have hair.

We have two kids, both hate being half Japanese. They both wish they were samurai warriors, unfortunately my wife comes from a long line of farmers in northern Japan. Niigata she’s tall, slender and beautiful.

I got lucky!