Vietnamese girls have many qualities ensuring that they are constantly in demand. Vietnamese girls are typically very attractive physically – very feminine, petite and slender with delicate features and innate grace.
Vietnamese girls are gentle and polite. A typical Asian upbringing engenders its women with the importance of manners and respect for others.
Vietnamese women are charming and attentive to their partner. The institution of marriage is valued very highly in Vietnamese culture and it is seen as a commitment to be undertaken with the utmost seriousness.
Vietnamese girls are highly conscious of the paramount significance of family. In essence, Vietnamese women have grown up respecting traditions that have existed in their homelands for thousands of years, of which marriage and family are an indispensable part.
Dating Vietnamese women are easily adaptable to new cultures. The friendliness and politeness of Vietnamese girls ensures that they quickly make new friends wherever they go.
Why do Vietnamese women like Western men?
Vietnamese girls are very familiar with the many advantages of Western men and value the virtues with which they are associated.
For example, the deference, consideration and chivalry, which can not always be found in their male counterparts in Vietnam. In Vietnamese culture, Vietnamese women are seen as being secondary and indeed subservient to their husbands, rather than interacting on the same level as them.
The politeness and respect that vietnam girl have been raised to act with as second nature is not reciprocated in Vietnam, whereas Western men will return it many times over.
Vietnamese women advertising themselves as mail order brides have an inherent desire to enter into marriage and family life and understand that Western men can offer the stability, both economically and emotionally.
I often rode to work in one of our minivans or took a pedicab. A consummate New Yorker, I find walking is the best way to know a city. When on foot we were advised not to take the same route every day. I used to pass by an orphanage jammed with infants swinging from the ceiling in tiny urine-soaked hammocks, buzzing with flies. While the doors remained wide open to the street, I never heard a peep from inside. Traumatized babies don’t wail and cry. They just die quietly. Random mortar and rocket attacks rained down on the market place, schools, private dwellings and the roof of my hotel. Mortars thump. Rockets whoosh. Off in the distance the constant rumble of our own B-52 bombers.
I studied Vietnamese on my lunch hour and enjoyed the Cercle Sportif for tennis, swimming and sanity. Since Saigon was probably the only place on the planet where men greatly outnumbered women, it was no surprise I’d meet Alan there. Destiny placed us together a second time when I had to attend an inter-agency counter-insurgency class. While I was supposed to be learning how to protect myself in “unexpected circumstances,” Alan was the distraction seated in the row behind me. Tall with a light brown buzz-cut and disarming smile, he was an intelligence operative with access to parts of the country prohibited to most civilians.
Fluent in Vietnamese, French and Mandarin Chinese, nothing was impossible for Alan, including “winning the war.” Consequently, I saw a lot of the countryside from the rock hard seat of his Jeep. He was the quintessential Ernest Hemingway protagonist-the rugged self-reliant individualist who championed the ‘brave, the righteous and the beautiful.’ And like the writer himself, Alan moved among different economic classes as easily as he slipped back and forth across borders. But after the Tet Offensive my attitude about the war began to change, and the emotional stress was taking its toll. When I tried discussing it with Alan, he’d shut down. “We’re fighting a Communist takeover of the South,” he said. “We’re the good guys, remember?”