I swipe right on every person until I reach my “like” quota, at which point I’m notified I need to wait for 12 hours.

I wait 12 hours, and start again. After a couple of days, I get a match.

I scroll through her photos, and stop at the fourth. She's Snapchat-stickered two strawberries onto her cheeks and added a touch of digital red blush.

Her description is brief:

I like the 4 S’s: Snapbacks

Strong

Smart

Swilling to put up with the fact I’m a weeb

A quick Google search tells me that “weeb” is shorthand for “weeabo” — someone obsessed with Japanese culture, in particular anime and manga.

“If one squeezes your strawberry cheeks will their fingers smell like strawberries?” I ask.

“They don’t smell like strawberries,” she replies. “But they taste like them.”

We decide to grab bubble tea and go for a walk in the park. She asks for my last name, to which I reply “Chen.”

“Oh my god, I think you're like the fifth Chen I’ve been with this year.”

I’m not sure how to respond, so I give off a nervous laugh. She tells me about her “preferences” — she’s not into white dudes. She only dates Asian guys, citing an attraction to our smooth, hairless skin and almond-shaped brown eyes.

“I don’t like my blue eyes,” she tells me while brushing away her hair, which she dyed blonde because “that’s what Asian guys like more.”

She tells me she’s host of an AMWF (Asian male, white female) Tumblr feed. She opens up the page to offer me a look. I laugh nervously, again, as I scroll through the posts — GIFs, photos captioned with messages of white woman domination, and short, thrusty video clips of white girls and Asian guys going at it. I continue to scroll down, until I realize I’m nowhere near the bottom.