I have friends of other ethnic groups, male and female.But, in my personal fairytale I have always imagined a black prince charming at the end of the aisle, and that has influenced my choices in terms of dating.(performed with a slight Swedish accent), I realized that I was having one of those vacation moments.I knew that I would replay this part of my experience in my mind for years to come.I don't know, but some how in our case, it just works.Six months ago a cute Greek guy, from my graduate program at NYU, asked me to have a drink after class. I said no because I didn't perceive that Marios was interested in me romantically.
Then you sort of move it away from and back towards your chest.
It was a freezing cold January night; I'd had a long day at work followed by a three-hour lecture. I am embarrassed to admit this now, but the primary reason why I didn't understand that he was asking me on a date was that he is white and I am black.
In hindsight, I have wondered about my admittedly close-minded behavior.
Whoever lives in London will know that in particular North London went mental last year when Greece won against the Ivory Coast with a penalty during injury time during the World Cup. They will say you've just closed the 36th year of your life.
"Ekleises kai bikes." (Closed and entered)If you've just turned, in English terms, 35, the Greeks will say you're 36. How many times has my Yiayia told me my fortune by looking at the coffee stains of her 'Eliniko café?
The action normally follows the words of some form of disbelief.