January 8th-- The Podiatrist Love Slave with a Foot Fetish All my life I had been pretending. Pretending I was not where I was. I am the daughter of immigrants. When we moved to New York from Taiwan, I pretended I was destined for better things. I knew I was destined for better things. I ignored the other immigrant children around me. Ignored the bully who pulled on my sweatshirt. Ignored my father when he yelled about the noodles being too soft. My father used to say I was living an imitation of life. My mother always told me, “ Ni yongyuan shi zhongguo ren .” You will always be Chinese. But they had never heard of fake it ‘til you make it. So, I now carry my designer pocket books, wear my heels high, and live like a socialite. Well, sort of. I am a single Asian woman in New York City. That means being an attractive target with men who have yellow fever. I took the online route of dating. I had many ads on the Internet, a profile here and