Thirteen years of dating boys outside my race and it took sitting down to write this essay to have the first, real conversation with my parents about interracial dating.
I used to say I didn't have a type, but if we go off consistency, I do.
My eyes and heart tend to steer me in that direction.
My theory is GL realized he told the joke in “mixed company” and knew it wasn’t supposed to get out. She asked his family in Mexico to call him and talk sense into him.
We’ve been together 6 years now and his mom admits she was not happy at all. Comparing men of other races (dated most) I find Latinos most open to dating and marrying bw. The moms don’t like it but worship their sons and want them happy.
I've dated other races aside from black men—my first and only boyfriend of two years was Korean. "My parents, I should say, have never forbidden me from dating black men, or a man of any race, but their silence, more so my mother's, has been felt—it rendered each guy invisible.
But I've never dated someone of my own ethnicity: Mexican. And I would say Colombian, but that courtship never blossomed into much after he came over my house and serenaded me with his acoustic guitar. Time and again, after being introduced to a black guy I was dating, my mother either let out heavy sighs or foretold my future under her breath. My dad used his seasonal, strictly temporary passport for work and came to Arizona to pick fruit.