Completely interracial dating
When I was younger, my mom always told me I should date (and eventually marry) "within the race."When I invited my first serious boyfriend — who was white — to the house to meet my parents, my mother actually asked him if his older brother was "as pink" as he was, referring to his skin color. A few years later, when I was in college, she told me she had given up on the idea of me marrying a black doctor and was beginning to look forward to the day when she could meet her "zebra-baby" grandkids.I'm Hispanic and dated an Italian girl from college a few years ago. Her mom was sweet and I always felt like she had my back and made an effort to get to know me, but my girlfriend's dad definitely gave off the "you're not good enough for my daughter" vibe.When I first saw her (and her smile), I was smitten.
Of course, there are always the people who meet us for the first time and automatically assume the odds stacked against us. Wow." But what those people see in us says far more about who they are than it does about who we are.
I'm a black girl who grew up in a predominately white neighborhood.
But I guess I do miss the homemade pizza for dinner, if I'm honest.
When I was 15, I started dating this guy who was half Chinese, half Polish, and born in Brazil (what a mix! His dad traveled a lot so I never really got to see him. As soon as his dad met me, he said in broken English, "You can date my son all you want, but he has a wife waiting for him in China so you're wasting your time." I awkwardly smiled, thinking, What the hell did I get myself into?
We were driving cross-country one summer with two other friends, staying with whomever we could to save money.
I had asked a friend who lived in Chicago if we could crash with his family. This friend was Mexican-American and came from a middle-class family.
On my boyfriend's 16th birthday, I was invited over for a family dinner. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, dinner was served, and there were only chopsticks for us to use.
I had never in my life even come across these, but I knew that if I wanted the dad to approve of me I had to at least try.
I don't remember thinking about the possible issues we could face as an interracial couple or from the fact that I would be a Jewish woman from New Jersey dating a Bangladesh-born, Queens-raised Muslim woman.
It's probably a mix of naïveté and the way infatuation clouds clarity, but throughout our now two-year relationship, race hasn't been an issue for us.
Actually, I stopped by their house before our second date and he thought I was just her friend and we had a blast, chatting and laughing and watching sports while she got ready.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating