Sorry if the title was too explicit. I was initially writing this text as part of the next article but it became so lengthy that I decided to make it a separate post. All the data presented in this article are based on user behaviours and responses to questionnaires on OkCupid, a popular but not the most popular dating site in the US.
Alright, I'm just your friendly neighborhood white guy looking for Indian girls. I have no issue finding and dating white girls but I find Indian girls significantly more attractive; I also find them significantly harder to approach. So many Indian girls are either married or only want to date Indian guys for the purpose of getting married and although obviously this is not every Indian girl it make the process much more daunting.
We were chatting during happy hour at the annual conference where we meet and catch up. He is one of few white folks in my circle of friends. Do you feel like its Los Angeles?
That maybe we like each other. I fantasize about our meet-cute. I spent my childhood surrounded by black and brown kids, but when I got to high school, suddenly everyone around me was white. Like most of the girls in my class, I wanted attention from the boys.
I always thought she was a traitor. I thought someday my Indian prince would come: the son of an activist in braids, with a mind full of theory and a stoic wisdom. But surprisingly I fell in love with a white man, with dusty blond hair and blue eyes.
W omen, runs an Indian joke, were the reason the British lost India. Indians managed a working relationship with the men but when the prissy women landed with their flouncy dresses and aversion to the heat, it was time for independence. Asian women in Britain, however, are coping with the heat; that of the rat race and the heart.
I've never seriously dated an Indian guy before. I don't willingly avoid them; it's just kind of happened that way. I'm Indian-American.
My cousins can be split into two groups: Ones who grew up with weaves and skin lighteners and ones who needed sunscreen and haircuts. Our family is a classic case of women and the black men who left them versus the white men who stayed. I remember being 6 and slapping my white uncle in the face to figure out why his face turned bloodred.
The following post is a guest post from Beth, who has been living in India for years. I had only been on my first date in India for about 30 minutes, and already I was almost in tears and wanted to go home! It was a nightmare!