America interracial dating
I later went to talk to him while he was around his friends. I asked him if he made his decision and to look cool in front of his friends, he said he could never date someone like me. I thought back to all the times guys never gave me attention. I finally felt I was going to have a good guy as a boyfriend. You see his mom didn't want him to date a black girl at all. I was uncomfortable because I didn't keep him a secret from my family. I don't want to give up on love and finding "the one." It just hurts that my race has to play such a big part in dating.
My family was willing to accept him if he made me happy. Like I was his dirty little secret that only a few people could know about. If he wants to be with me, he should be strong enough to tell his family about me. I want to be with a man who doesn't care about my race. In the end, he chose to be on his family's side and do what they wanted. I was used to the guy not being with me because of my race, but now I saw that family is a big part of an interracial relationship. A relationship is between two people and just those two people. Yes, racism is an issue that you might have to face when you decide to date outside your own race.
Proud not only in front of his family and friends but also in front of the world.
I just wanted to be loved and have someone who treated me right.
I don't even understand why race is such a problem in the dating world, anyway. I kept thinking that because I was black no guy would love me, but I had to learn that guys in my past couldn't handle me. All I was thinking of was having a boyfriend who treated me like a princess and would be with me through everything. It was far from simple and much harder than I thought it would be. I wanted to tell him how much I liked him, but then something happens, something that reminded me that we come from two different worlds. He said that they are only good as basketball players or trash collectors along with other not so nice things.Since middle school, I have always been the only African American girl in my school. He was white, and he was the first boy to show me attention. Did he forget that my father is a black man and that I am black?I felt different quickly and felt no one really understood me. I would think white boys at my school would look beyond that. How could he say these things when I'm in the room?When I started developing feels for boys in middle school, I felt worst. " I couldn't shake the feeling that it was because my skin color was brown and theirs was white. He told me he was joking; I didn't think it was funny. It was hurtful to think this is how he saw my race. I didn't understand why he said those things, but let’s just say my feelings and my respect for him died that day.