Dating in indian
After a spell, I stared hard right back, waved to them (though I had considered flipping her the bird, I did decide to take a classier approach to the situation).That sort of broke it up and they continued out the door.The white women in their 20s and early 30s who I know don’t seem to have any problem.But it just turns out that I haven’t met the right Indian man for ME yet.He felt the same way and for a few weeks we dated, spending every possible moment together getting to know each other.In the end, I don’t know what will happen with us and if we have a future because we live very far away from each other – but two interesting things happened while dating an Indian man for the second time since moving to Bangalore that have really made me stop and think … First, it was great to realise that not all Indian men are afraid to be with a white, divorced women for fear of what their parents will say.well, it was a nice change of pace to be with someone who told me he had no issue with that at all.All this time I sort of thought that if I were younger, or maybe if I’d never been married, or if I didn’t have my lovely daughter in her last year of high school that maybe I could have a relationship with an Indian man.
And why the colour of their skin or where they were born should be any concern to anyone else but themselves.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 .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.