On being Asian

a.

X: Where are you from?

Me: (I was born in Paris but...) I'm Vietnamese

X: Oh Vietnam!!!! I love the beef noodle!

b.

X: Where are you from?

Me: I'm French

X: Yes... but I mean where are you REALLY from. Because you don't look... French

Me: Vietnam

X: Oh!!! Vietnam! I have a Vietnamese friend!

Me: I have French friends too!

c. 

X: Oh An, I thought of you the other day!!!

Me: Oh really? How come?

X: I was walking on the street and I saw a Chinese restaurant!

Me: You mean the Chinese takeaway near [...] ?

X: Yes!!!! I love beef noodle!

d.

X: Nice to meet you. What's your profession?

Me: I'm a musician

X: I mean, do you have a real job?

Me: (Talk to stupid people) Yes, I own a laundromat

X: Oh really? I thought you were working in a restaurant

e.

X: You're a musician! That's great! You must meet my cousin!

Me: Is he a musician too?

X: Well, he plays some instrument... I don't know. Piano...? Oh no, he plays the flute. But that was a long time ago, when he was young... 

... and I could go on for a very long time...