He always opened doors for me and wouldn't leave my side until he escorted me all the way to the entrance to my apartment.He helped me buy a bicycle at the secondhand market and even gave me a ride there on the back of his black metal bike.But some of my most fascinating and educative encounters with this idea of "Chinese men as undateable" happened online, when I came face-to-face with these opinions distilled into the cold, black-and-white reality of blog posts and expat forums.Back in 2010, I discovered a post on a now-defunct blog authored by expats in Shanghai.
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He was Chinese, a man named Tian who grew up in Zhengzhou.
When I thought about my burgeoning crush for Tian, I figured it was no different from that college semester when I studied in Spain.
This Shanghai Academy of Social Sciences professor surveyed over 100 Western women from diverse countries including France, Germany and the USA via questionnaires, and then interviewed over 20 of them in a focus group in Shanghai.
While respondents praised Chinese men for certain qualities -- "looking after one's family," "willing to spend money on women," and "relatively serious about relationships between men and women" -- the admiration ended there.