My hubby is half Egyptian, half Trini-indian. Before I met his family, I had this tiny, secret worry that they (mostly his dad) might have an issue with him dating a black girl.
When I finally got to "meet" his dad (it was over the phone, he was in Egypt at the time) he was so excited to speak to me, saying that his son loved me and he had heard so much about me... and then he asked how I liked school... and how my mom was doing... and then...
and then...! ...that's all.
Regular people stuff.
I wasn't banished from the household into the night; I didn't have to run away in shame. There was no series of wacky cross-cultural misunderstandings and hijinks like every fish-out-of-water movie would have you expect.
I say if there's a guy you're interested in, go for it. Don't let his culture write him off for you. Guys are guys are guys. An Arab guy isn't a "special" kind of guy
except for mine . If you're curious about the Arab
culture, make an effort to learn. (
Amante said it so well above.
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Side note: I worked with this 38-year-old white woman who had been born and raised in the deep, deep, deeeeeep veins of Birmingham, Alabama. She wanted nothing more than to marry a black man. She would tell us that it was her secret wish to have a "chocolate man" because "they're so exotic." I'm like really...? Exotic? Way to make a person sound like a whole 'nother species. I dunno, I kinda feel like a regular human being, but hey! Must be all this
black skin magic addling my brain.