Of course, there are always the people who meet us for the first time and automatically assume the odds stacked against us. Wow." But what those people see in us says far more about who they are than it does about who we are.
I'm a black girl who grew up in a predominately white neighborhood.
Across the table from me was a South Korean guy who had watched videos of me eating KFC during his time serving for his home country's national military.
He had told me that watching my videos made him happy and miss America.
I don't remember thinking about the possible issues we could face as an interracial couple or from the fact that I would be a Jewish woman from New Jersey dating a Bangladesh-born, Queens-raised Muslim woman.
It's probably a mix of naïveté and the way infatuation clouds clarity, but throughout our now two-year relationship, race hasn't been an issue for us.
When I first saw her (and her smile), I was smitten.
I am Asian-American, and my college (and post-college) boyfriend was (and still is, I guess) half black and half white.
One time I memorized a whole Hebrew pop song just to impress this Israeli guy," he said to me with eyes the size of my grandma's matzoh balls.
He started singing and I envisioned my Hebrew school teacher Mr. I asked him what he likes about Jewish guys and the answer, of course, didn't surprise me: "Oh, it's their beards for sure.
I recall much argument that night among us four travelers about what my friend should have done or what each of us would have done, but I never blamed him.
Each generation can only try to make fewer mistakes than the last. I never thought I had a type, but I had also never dated anyone who wasn't white before I met my current girlfriend.