But the aspect of our love that I’m most grateful for is that I’m finally loved because of my Afro-Caribbean heritage, not in spite of it.
That was perhaps the most frustrating aspect of my well-meaning friends’ advice.
He was wearing a professional outfit, leather dress shoes and a brown wool houndstooth coat with the collar popped. However, as I strolled past this man’s cart full of baby wipes, pullup diapers, fresh fruit and his own box of Rice Krispies, I felt an immense amount of guilt.
I am a black woman who has never dated a black man, and most days I don’t think twice about that.
If I waited for a black guy who liked me to apparate out of thin air, I would have waited a decade.
But even if my options for black men were limitless, I’ve never viewed attraction as black or white.
He teaches me about German beer and soccer chants; I familiarize him with my Caribbean culture and Jamaican cuisine.