My parents met at a dinner in Bangkok, maybe in 1968, while they were travelling. It was my aunt's brother-in-law who'd introduced them. They exchanged addresses -- in those days, they didn't have email or mobile phones. Before my mother made it back here, my eager dad had already gone knocking on her door, much to the suspicion of my grandparents. And just like that, they started hanging out -- my dad, a stowaway from communist China, who was tall and had clear skin and good teeth, and my mum, who fell for all that.

posted by beautiful at 7:05 am