It was an interesting getaway for the three of us.

The three of us being me, an American from Duke University, and an Englishman.

And while our nightly stay at a very English and very quaint home in the Bedford countryside — reminiscent of Cameron Diaz’s magical stay in The Holiday — was more suited for say, a romantic getaway for two, we still made it work.

Somehow.

I’m off. First to London, and then Bedford — this itty-bitty town — for a pair of days.

It’s part of my new regiment. You know, the whole, “You’re young, so you’d better party it up like it’s 1999.”

Except it’s not. It hasn’t been 1999-party-time for 7 years.

Shit. Who am I kidding. I wasn’t partying back then, either. Seven years ago, I was still eating paste and running around with safety scissors.

Funny.

I’ve been going to the gym.

Five days a week. Sometimes six.

Same time. Same place.

But Anna — she’s like gone, man. Vanished. Poof. I haven’t seen her since.

It’s like she never existed.

Her last words to me were, “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Damnit. She lied. She totally lied.

I got the “see you around” brush-off from Anna Stern. Anna Stern.

Oh man. That’s depressing.

In my last post, Give us a chance, Hollywood, I griped about how asian men are continually snubbed in movies and shows, never allowed to play it out in interracial romances.

My friend Dave — bless his jealous heart — pointed to Daniel Henney.

A google search later, I came across this.

It turns out that Mr. Henney has done quite a few commercials with the very lovely (and might I mention, very white) Gwyneth Paltrow.

See? It’s not so bad.

Come on, Hollywood!

Stuff like this makes me mad.

Because it makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

Where, oh where, does that put asian men?

See, asian women have gotten a few breaks over the years. Michelle Yeoh got her mack on with Pierce Brosnan in Tomorrow Never Dies. And Maggie Q was Timothy Olyphant’s sexy partner-in-crime in Die Hard 4.

But when will Hollywood cut asian guys a break?

Surely someone out there finds us marginally attractive. And surely, somewhere out there, in Hollywood-movie land, there’s some desperate and dateless white (or god forbid chocolate-y) girl who’s willing to settle for ’sloppy seconds’.