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About Me—Ryan Chin
At 52, I’m getting soft, and I’ve learned to do stupid things much smarter!
Tired of all the white, bearded, and hairy fuckers! Go bald smooth and Chinese!
That’s what I wrote on dating apps six years ago when I encouraged women to change it up from the norm in Portland, Oregon. It sort of worked. It turns out there are a few women out there who want stir fry instead of fries and baby-soft instead of 100-grit chests. I have many amazing friends of all colors and textures, so please don’t be offended if you are a hairy-white dude. I love you, man!
Sadly, I may have to resurrect that profile one of these days, as an awesome five-year relationship ended in 2024. As gutting as it has been to go through heartbreak at this age, it has also given me a deep interest and fascination with attachment, relationships, and how we heal — so much so I may go back to school to become a counselor. Yes…I’m 52 and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
2025 seems like it will be a big year of growth and risk. I did a crazy thing in February: meeting a woman I went to high school with for a 48-hour van date. This could be the year I hit Burning Man for the first time in my life and…
