When I first saw her (and her smile), I was smitten.
And there was a comfort and an instant ease that I'd never experienced before.
As we approached Chicago, I called him from a pay phone (this was pre-cell phone era) to let him know when we were arriving.
He sounded very stressed; he said that we could no longer stay with him because his mother had been recently mugged by a black man and would not stand to have a black man in the house.
He gave me polite answers and told me, a white boy from New York, that I should really make it over to Asia at some point."Do you speak Hebrew? I laughed at his question because I hadn't even said that I was Jewish yet, and I definitely didn't speak Hebrew.
I'm one of those young chosen people who qualify as "Jew-ish" at best."Oh, I have a huge thing for Jewish guys.
We were driving cross-country one summer with two other friends, staying with whomever we could to save money.
I had asked a friend who lived in Chicago if we could crash with his family. This friend was Mexican-American and came from a middle-class family.
He probably had less money than we did, and the hotel, more like infested motel, certainly reflected that.But I guess I do miss the homemade pizza for dinner, if I'm honest.When I was 15, I started dating this guy who was half Chinese, half Polish, and born in Brazil (what a mix! His dad traveled a lot so I never really got to see him. As soon as his dad met me, he said in broken English, "You can date my son all you want, but he has a wife waiting for him in China so you're wasting your time." I awkwardly smiled, thinking, What the hell did I get myself into?Now we were on a first date because I am a crazy narcissist.I asked him careful questions about his years in the service and his home country.