Interracial dating hispanic and white
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.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.
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.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?I recall much argument that night among us four travelers about what my friend should have done or what each of us would have done, but I never blamed him.Each generation can only try to make fewer mistakes than the last. I never thought I had a type, but I had also never dated anyone who wasn't white before I met my current girlfriend.Across the table from me was a South Korean guy who had watched videos of me eating KFC during his time serving for his home country's national military.He had told me that watching my videos made him happy and miss America.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.But the next time I stopped by to pick her up, after she had told him we were seeing each other, I felt the chill from him.As we approached Chicago, I called him from a pay phone (this was pre-cell phone era) to let him know when we were arriving.He sounded very stressed; he said that we could no longer stay with him because his mother had been recently mugged by a black man and would not stand to have a black man in the house.