Heh I get this all the time from my mom. The convo usually goes something like this:
Me: So I met this girl…
Mom: Is she black or white?
Me: Does it matter?
I recall when I was younger I would just lie about it (I’d just say the girl was black all the time) b/c there was a point where I was really attracted to white girls simply b/c there were a lot more whites around me than blacks. But I honestly don’t care and I don’t think my mom entirely gets that. I still find it funny. That is probably why I don’t divulge all my love life to her but more to other members of my family. I kinda thought about this when I was reading the ‘best way to combat racism’ thread. Anyone else w/ a similar experience?