My husband is Mexican. It's funny because I have dated every kind of man, black, white, skinny, fat, but I can honestly say my husband and another Mexican dude I dated loved me for me.
Not say that I was actively seeking a Mexican, because I did not realized it until I was married, but alot of insecurities stemming for a relation with this one guy who happened to be AA, was not present.
I love EVERYTHING about my culture, but he was like "why you never get a weave in," or the only reason we were together was because I was lighter than him and growing up there was alot of that around (Texas).
But now I find myself constantly justifying why I married outside my race and not to my family, but to those classmates that thought it was the epitome of making it to sleep with white girls.
To quote Mike Jones, "Back then didn't want me, now I'm hot..." wanna hate me for finding someone who doesn't see me as the novelty "black girl."