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.
Love their noses too." I quickly chugged the rest of my beer so the date could be over.
I am Asian-American, and my college (and post-college) boyfriend was (and still is, I guess) half black and half white.
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.
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.
I was starting my career then and felt like he wanted someone more successful and established for his only daughter. I pretty much have dated Latinas and black girls since then.
Not really for any particular reason, but just because those are the women I've been drawn to and have been drawn to me.
It was only after this that I saw him as a doctor who watched Fox News a lot and not as the cool, hip dad he came off as initially.
I can't say I'm sure it was just a race thing.
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.