When I dated, I subscribed to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commissions philosophy; if the young lady was qualified she at least got an interview. To be qualified she had to be attractive, able to have an intelligent conversation, and eat pizza like a lady. Call me crazy, but the way some people eat pizza can tell you a lot about how they may care for your future children.
My parents tell me that much was made of who I would grow up to date. Several people would approach them and ask, “so who do you think he will date?” These questions were always posed by white parents who, I assume, were in fear that I may grow up and date and ravage their daughters. These questions started as early as age one and the questions continued until I was married.
I have dated Black, White, Hispanic, and anyone else who said yes. This was never a big struggle for me. Initially, growing up in an environment where all the girls I came across were black (the schools I went to were all about 98% black), I was attracted to black girls. When I went to college where 99% of the school was white I dated white girls. I was a victim of my surroundings, but I did manage to survive.
Seriously, I preferred black women but dating white woman was something I was open to. I did discover the impact of dating a white girl on those around us was a bit much. It was not a fight I wanted to join. The volatile reactions I got from their extended family made that option less attractive.
I married a black woman who eats her pizza like a lady. She is a great mother too.
Raising a transracial adoptee has its challenges and dating may be one of them, and it may not. Awareness of what may lie ahead makes navigating through those deep waters easier.
If all else fails, always have pizza on hand.