Badasses vs the DuWAL Club



While waiting for our Picante takeout, a tough bald guy in leather pants and leather vest, moustache and mirrored sunglasses walked past me really slowly giving me the badass look. I had my suspicious porkpie hat on so I put my chin out and gave him my best "eyes under the brim" look. Then I practiced my Vin Diesel imitations. I kept looking over my left shoulder firming up my jaws to a menacing grimace. I figure it might come in handy at work tomorrow. C was not impressed, but what does he know about being a badass action hero.



C keeps threatening to start an official DuWAL Dudes with Asian Ladies club. Berkeley and the bay area is generally littered with such pairs although LaWADs are harder to spot. Every time we go anywhere, C tortures me with "Check it out. A DuWAL!" right in front of the unsuspecting parties. Or even worse, he mutters "Tut tut, does not know the joys of being a full DuWAL" when he sees a dude with a lady of mixed heritage. Gross! Why do guys love embarrassing their ladies in public at the expense of themselves? I swear these deviant behaviors did not emerge until we were safely married.