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.
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.
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 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.
After that night his dad was actually super friendly and nice.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?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.He directed us to a hotel where he had already made a reservation.