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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.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 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 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.
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?
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 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.
Each generation can only try to make fewer mistakes than the last. I never thought I had a type, but I had also never dated anyone who wasn't white before I met my current girlfriend.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.