If there’s one thing I could do with less of in Paris, it’s the complete confusion over my ethnicity and nationality. One couple on the Metro gave me a dirty look as they walked away and boarded a much more crowded car, because I’m pretty sure they thought I was a gypsy…a Chinese gypsy (because that’s usually people’s first guess about my ethnicity - everyone else who I’ve told I’m Filipino has had no idea what I’m talking about). 

On the flip side, Northern African men seem to be really into me, in a really aggressive, uncomfortable way.