As a black woman, I wanted to be seen as attractive to more than just black men.This wasn’t simply because I’ve always believed in inclusivity, but also because I grew up surrounded by white people.He was now joined by a small toddler and a very pregnant wife.He embraced his wife and child lovingly as she brought a pint of Ben & Jerry’s to the cart at the last minute.But the aspect of our love that I’m most grateful for is that I’m finally loved because of my Afro-Caribbean heritage, not in spite of it.Still, at times I feel ashamed for dating outside my race.I walked down the cereal aisle in the grocery store, determined to finish my shopping list.
That was perhaps the most frustrating aspect of my well-meaning friends’ advice.
He was wearing a professional outfit, leather dress shoes and a brown wool houndstooth coat with the collar popped. However, as I strolled past this man’s cart full of baby wipes, pullup diapers, fresh fruit and his own box of Rice Krispies, I felt an immense amount of guilt.
I am a black woman who has never dated a black man, and most days I don’t think twice about that.
None of them have been the right fit for me, but that wasn’t because they weren’t black.
For us, that means learning about each other’s cultures.