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Growing up in Los Angeles I was taught by my parents (and just from experience being among the white minority at school) that we're all just humans and it doesn't matter what race we are. My brother married the half-Japanese girl from next door and my family was okay with it.

Somewhere along the way though I knew my parents wouldn't want me to date a black man. I remember my mom talking about how a white woman can date a man of any other race and society doesn't care. Yet if a white and black person start to date society looks down on you and gives you problems. At the time I just let the comments blow over me since I tended to be more attracted to White or Asian men.

Imagine my worry though when I got to know this really nice black guy in my class and he started showing an interest in me. When I talked about him to my friends race never played an issue in it, it was just always Daryl this or that. In fact, many of my friends asked me after they met Daryl why I hadn't mentioned he was black not because they had a problem with it but because I just never mentioned it. To me it never played a part in our relationship he was just a really nice classmate that I started spending time with.

However I still remember coming home and telling my mom I have good news and bad news about this guy I'm going to start dating. I told her the good news is he's Lutheran and she said "he's black isn't he". Later on I heard her talking to one of my brothers about him and mom couldnt' even say he was black she just told my brother I had a new boyfriend and remember the movie "guess who's coming to dinner". Daddy didn't say much would just kind of give me this look though when I mentioned Daryl or he would say your 3 times 7 plus (however many years past 21 years old) and you can do what you want. I was so pissed off and hurt by my parents attitude since they had taught me that we are all alike and yet they were judging Daryl on his being black only.

I was truthful with Daryl about my parents attitude before I brought him home to meet mom and dad. My parents were always respectful to Daryl but it did take them a short while to warm up to him though. Once they really got to know him, saw he was treating me well and with respect, and wasn't the stereotypical gangbanger like you see in cities near us they really liked him. Maybe a little too much because now the problem is if Daryl and I have a disagreement they tend to side with him instead. My parents have said Daryl is like a son to them and they absolutely love him now.

As we always say when choosing a sorority you should follow your heart. If this guy is someone you could really get to like and could see yourself dating him and maybe becoming really serious with him then spend time with him getting to know him better. If you don't, then who knows you may be passing up your Mr. Right