Fine, I get it, you want to keep your options open. Ultimately, it will make them a worse partner in the long run, because the irish schmuck that comes after you is going to have to bore his sorry way through more layers of hostility, issues and self-protection. This, ultimately, is the big problem that people have with dating. The whole seeing-multiple-people-until-someone-brings-up-exclusivity is something we appear to be fine with.
My husband's father and mother are Jews. My parents are both what Mr. Hitler would be pleased to call 'Aryan' Germans. I am an American-born girl, and the first to defend my Americanism in an argument; yet so strong are family ties, and the memory of a happy thirteen-month sojourn in the Vaterland a few years ago, that I frequently find myself trying to see things from the Nazis' point of view and to find excuses for the things they do—to the dismay of our liberal-minded friends and the hurt confusion of my husband. Here we are then, Ben and I, a Jew and a German-American, married for four years, supremely happy, with a three-year-old son who has his father's quick brown eyes and my yellow hair. Ours was a fervent love match, made more fervent by the fact that we had to wait in secret for two years until Ben earned enough at his profession to support a family.
In a speed-dating study conducted at Columbia University in , Asian men also had the most difficulty getting a second date. My parents grew up financially unstable in China. They look back at it and laugh now, but my mother recalls having to share one bowl of rice for dinner with all her siblings.
Having lived in the U. Well, the first Valentine? It is hard to believe that my first big day romance-wise happened in a country that I am not from and with a guy who is not Chinese. But I think it just made the whole thing fun, cool and memorable. My friends were so surprised that at 24 years old I had never had a real Valentine?