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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.
I asked him careful questions about his years in the service and his home country.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.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.
He felt so bad that he said he would pay for a hotel.
I told him he didn't have to do that, but he insisted.
One time I memorized a whole Hebrew pop song just to impress this Israeli guy," he said to me with eyes the size of my grandma's matzoh balls.
He started singing and I envisioned my Hebrew school teacher Mr. I asked him what he likes about Jewish guys and the answer, of course, didn't surprise me: "Oh, it's their beards for sure.
He gave me polite answers and told me, a white boy from New York, that I should really make it over to Asia at some point."Do you speak Hebrew? I laughed at his question because I hadn't even said that I was Jewish yet, and I definitely didn't speak Hebrew.