I've got native american blood coarsing through me from my dad's side.
I dated a black girl when I was in college. Jeanette was awesome. She was smart, pretty, witty as hell, athletic (ran track for the school), but graduated and got her life together before I was even in the mode of thinking about putting together some semblance of life aside from college and friends. Her parents were cool and treated me well. She's married now and doing well...
I dated another girl while in school. A white girl. We started getting really serious and I ended up at a family function with her where I met her mom's dad...when he thought I wouldn't able to hear him (trying to be inconspicuous and failing miserably), he said to my girlfriend's mom, "He's not a god damned mexican is he?" Hahaha!
It was summertime and I tan pretty damn dark during the summers...I'm outside all the time, you know? Who could blame the crotchety old coot. Anyway, I wasn't sure how to take it at first. My girl's mom turned six shades of red and said, "Daaad!" He ended being cool with me, though, and the family ties were all good.
I miss Jeanette, though. She was a great person and I'm happy that she moved on and is happy....live and learn, right?
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