Luckily, my motor skills were on fire and I didn't make a fool out of myself.After that night his dad was actually super friendly and nice.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.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.
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.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.I had never in my life even come across these, but I knew that if I wanted the dad to approve of me I had to at least try.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.I'm one of those young chosen people who qualify as "Jew-ish" at best."Oh, I have a huge thing for Jewish guys.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.As we approached Chicago, I called him from a pay phone (this was pre-cell phone era) to let him know when we were arriving.He sounded very stressed; he said that we could no longer stay with him because his mother had been recently mugged by a black man and would not stand to have a black man in the house.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.