Greek man dating
(performed with a slight Swedish accent), I realized that I was having one of those vacation moments.I knew that I would replay this part of my experience in my mind for years to come.I don't know, but some how in our case, it just works.Six months ago a cute Greek guy, from my graduate program at NYU, asked me to have a drink after class. I said no because I didn't perceive that Marios was interested in me romantically.I have friends of other ethnic groups, male and female.But, in my personal fairytale I have always imagined a black prince charming at the end of the aisle, and that has influenced my choices in terms of dating.
Looking back at me was not a man who physically resembled my father, uncle or any of the other African American men who have been role models in my life.
So how is it that a relationship between a black girl from the suburbs of Detroit and a Greek guy from an island in the Aegean is not riddled with cross-cultural confusion?
It was a freezing cold January night; I'd had a long day at work followed by a three-hour lecture. I am embarrassed to admit this now, but the primary reason why I didn't understand that he was asking me on a date was that he is white and I am black.
In hindsight, I have wondered about my admittedly close-minded behavior.
Luckily for me opportunity knocked twice, Marios and I ended up going out the following weekend and things have been wonderful ever since.A few weeks ago, as Marios and I lounged on the sandy beaches of his native Rhodes, a sobering study was released about the marriage patterns of black women with graduate degrees.