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As my friendship with her deepened, I began dating for the first time since my divorce. They spoke the language or dialect of their motherland, ate the foods from their countries, and reminded me of my own upbringing. Men similar enough in cultural richness but disparate enough where I wouldn’t see my ex in them. Dancing to for our dinners, enjoying the flavors of my cultural roots. He’s the first man I’ve dated who calls himself “black.” He is not African. He listens to hip hop music, cracks jokes using racial slurs, and calls me his Punjabi Queen. That he is not Sikh, that he does not eat spicy foods, that his skin tone is shades and shades darker than my own? I remember being spit on, I remember being bullied, I remember the fear of screaming men in parking lots, shouting “Terrorist! And I am aware of my own former racism, aware of my partner’s experience of being a black man in America. And I know that my life and my world is better with him in it. The first serious romantic involvement I had with a man post-divorce was with a Ghanaian man. When I moved home to California, I dated a white man. He pushes me to ask daring questions about race and color. That my parents, who accept and support my relationship with him, cannot connect with him over Punjabi culture? I don’t know what it will be like to have a child with this man, if that ever happens with him. The idea of burdening a child with the history of both my blood and his blood is scary — I don’t care if that makes me sound racist. So I don’t know if it matters in the long term that he is black and that I am Punjabi. They do your landscaping, and sometimes construction. They rip you off at the market (especially the Koreans) but they have tasty food (excellent use of spices). Maybe a Mexican would be okay because they are family-oriented, but they don’t make money.This evolution, however, did not happen until later. I was, at that point, still married to a man who was, as I reflect back on it, incredibly racist.She was the first black person that I regularly interacted with. And she saw my heart and the potential for love within it, and she nurtured it.She took me under her wing and opened my eyes to a world I’d never seen before.Growing up in a traditional Punjabi household, I was constantly surrounded by color, fragrance, music, and flavor. When I went to visit relatives and attended Punjabi parties. Even after 9/11, when we had the opportunity to come together in love and support of the human spirit, my community continued to support beliefs about entire groups of people based exclusively on skin color and the negative stereotypes that accompanied that skin color. I felt uncomfortable by her response, but couldn’t exactly articulate why.
She allowed me to ask questions, questions that other people would find irreverent and racist. What age is it okay to allow your black child to get a weave or braids or whatever hairstyle he/she wants? Why does that person prefer being called African-American? Why are you okay with that person using certain words but not okay with the other person? Because I worked in an area in Harlem that was heavily populated with people of African and Caribbean descent, every man I dated was African — Nigeria, Ghana, Gambia, Ethiopia. They didn’t remind me of my ex-husband, and that is what I needed. I so terribly missed speaking my language with my partner. He does not cook exotic dishes or own any non-Western garb. When we argue, he steps back to see my perspective. He allows himself to be vulnerable and seeks to improve his emotional intelligence on a daily basis. He is the first man who encourages me to be unabashedly myself. So, does it matter that he cannot speak my language? I endured so much racism growing up — the kind that still haunts me when I visit a state or country where darker-skinned people aren’t fully welcomed.
Once your family meets her, solicit their opinions. They can act like an internal board of directors and give her the thumbs up or down.
Family members are more perceptive about who you’re compatible with than you’d think. Or don’t, they’re bound to give it soon enough anyways whether you like it or not.
Studies have shown that women are attracted to men that place great importance on familial unity.
Women want to see their new lovers interacting fondly with a family.