Dating Like A White Woman: How My IR Relationship Began
by Michaela Cunningham
I didn’t start out trying interracial dating. I stumbled into it.
Literally. I was downtown traipsing around a Barnes & Noble store one afternoon, killing a little time while waiting for a Sunday matinee. I was going to see Legally Blonde, the musical (yes, yes, I know; it’s not your standard soul sister fare. But I’d had enough of movie theaters and wanted to see something live. The Color Purple wasn’t in town, but Legally Blonde was. What can I say? I had to start somewhere).
I couldn’t get any of my girlfriends to go with me so I was there on my own.
I rounded the corner in Barnes & Noble, thinking I could grab a cup of coffee and read a magazine. Intent on following the direction of the smell of freshly ground coffee beans, I didn’t notice a stack of books piled up in the aisle. I stumbled over the books and would have landed flat on my face if the gentleman who’d placed them there hadn’t broken my fall. Instead of my face meeting the carpet, I looked up into a pair of anxious blue eyes. Baby blue eyes, I might add, attached to a good-looking face. Framed by a head full of blond hair. This same head, mind you, sat on a trim, fit, 6’3” frame. Ahem. Stop. The. Presses.
Blondie apologized profusely and insisted on buying me a coffee. It turned out that he too had a weak spot for musicals and, like me, was killing time till the matinee started. It also turned out that he didn’t have a date for the musical. He hoped he wasn’t being forward but would I be interested in seeing if we could sit together? Um, YEAH. (Come on, now! Would you say???)
Blondie – I mean Sam – enjoyed the musical with me and grabbed souvenirs and snacks for both of us during intermission. Sam also asked me if I wanted to end the evening with dinner. We found a quaint café a few blocks away from the music hall and continued talking – and talking and talking and talking. We talked our way right into a decision to begin an interracial relationship. Scary? Heck yes! Were we going to pass each other up because we were of different ethnicities? Heck no! It was a first for both of us, but the chemistry we experienced was undeniable and we felt we owed it to ourselves to explore it more.
Next month – Girlfriends weigh in