Often a guy will say something along the lines of, ‘There was no racism where I grew up, we all just got along!
Well, it’s exciting and intense and awkward-in-a-good-way for the first few months, and then it gets weird and annoying and you split up and then you see them on a date with someone else a month later and you die inside and have to drink all the wine to get over it. You want stuff that’s exclusive to the whole brown girl/white boy scenario? I have no idea whether that’s the African thing or just because I eat a lot of lasagne but it doesn’t matter. What a lot of people don’t realise is that when they start talking like that about lips, they’re not just being sexist fuckwits.
And Spanish girls are often beautiful, passionate, joyous… But before you pack your bags and hop on the first flight to Madrid, you should know: beautiful, passionate and joyous is not the whole story.
I’ve written before about the benefits of dating people from other countries.
I grew up in a small town in the 90's, where I was the only non-white girl in my class at school and my skin colour was a curiosity rather than a threat.
There was no racial tension, but then again, no sense of black community. All the boys I crushed on were white; my first “boyfriend” (aged 10) was white and my first boyfriend (aged 14) was white.