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.
Obviously I haven’t dated much in India, two men isn’t enough to make a truly convincing case on the subject, so my experience level is low.
But I hear time and time again from dear friends who really do LIKE me as a person and care about me something along the lines of “Indian men want to take a foreigner out for a drive but they will drive home an Indian woman to marry.” So that mixed with my first experience dating an Indian man who told me straight-up from the start that we “have no future” because of the pressure from his family and the media due to his profession …
All things said and done, even though I have no idea what our future holds, I don’t regret a moment of it and I love the way I feel …
both about him and the general aura of being a woman in love. Do not reproduce any part of this article without the author’s permission.
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.
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.
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.
Normally it never bothers me at all but this time it did.
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.