I’m black or brown, depending on who you ask, and I mainly date white guys.
I have no idea why and it’s definitely not a conscious choice.
If a bumbling buffoon like Hugh Grant could steal Julia Roberts' heart in It was the summer of 2006 when I first landed in New York as a 19-year-old, laden with warnings about American girls: they're high maintenance, my friends told me.
I tried to brush this off—preconceptions are always dangerous when entering any sort of relationship.
Let’s call him Adam (that’s his real name but London is a big place, I’m sure he’ll be fine). Which is a bit annoying, but he just wants to make sure he’s not just looking at a situation from a position of white privilege, which is a good thing, right? They see a white man and a woman of colour walking down the street and no matter what the body language, people will act surprised when they find out they’re together.
Still, when I met my first girlfriend in 2007, a ballerina who had recently moved from San Francisco, I was immediately taken aback by an overarching obsession with status and money.
She had a vision of the man she was going to marry: tall, dark, handsome, and a millionaire.
Sadly, when we were suddenly thrust into a long distance relationship, the reality set in that it was putting too much stress on our careers.
So with a heavy heart, it was the end of a fairytale love affair.