But I don’t understand why two people – no matter where they are from – can’t fall in love.And why the colour of their skin or where they were born should be any concern to anyone else but themselves.
If you are a regular reader of my blog I’m sure you will be happy to learn that in January – after about 18 months – I finally met a SINGLE smart, handsome Indian power guy (ahhhh the best kind!) who I basically fell head-over-heels coo coo for ‘at first sight’ and we started dating.Passing judgement on people without knowing a thing about them is a terrible pastime.I suppose we all size people up by the look of them – judging a book by its cover so to speak.Looking for marrage Bangalore, Karnataka, India Cruise: Male 24 - 28 for Mi.
You may arrondissement hundreds of personal ads without registration and enjoy fun and safe chat with pas in our private chatrooms.But taking it any further like that woman did is just awful.That side of dating an Indian man is something I won’t relish experiencing ever again and I’m fairly certain that it would be a rather frequent reality.The incident didn’t ruin more than another 30 seconds of our night and then we went back to having fun – because at the end of the day she’s the one who had a problem, not us. But it is hard for me to understand because I truly – from the bottom of my heart – feel that everyone is equal and no one race or nation or group is superior to another.My guess is that she feels compelled to try and place others below her to make herself feel better about herself or the life that she’s living. Sure, some nations might be techier or more advanced with equal rights for women, human rights or have men that believe that half of the household chores belong to them too .I am used to being stared at simply in their sweet pink sarees, to little girls who wave as they pass by me, to uni students or power women and, of course, most Indian men who spot me.