Dating Chronicles of a Mixed Man

Hapa Mag - AUGUST 26, 2020

By Xavier Jarvis

Date #1:

I went on a date with a white woman that was quite a bit older than me (so she should’ve known better). It didn’t take long at all for me to feel a sense of regret for going out with this woman. At first, the comments toward my ethnicity came off as flattering (“Omg I love your hair so much,” etc.) but things quickly took an uncomfortable turn. It all started when she told me, “Everything about you is completely my type.” I responded with, “How would you know such a thing already?” She then said, “Look at you, I just love Black boys so much. Like, have my kids already.” This lady was extremely blunt about the fact that she didn’t think much about who I was whatsoever, and that she completely saw me as a light-skinned piece of meat with the genes she was looking for. On top of it all, I came to find out that this woman had a half-Black kid at home, and I was literally being compared to her daughter the whole night. Learning about this made me understand why she was drooling over my skin color, which made me much more uncomfortable. Needless to say there was not a date #2 with her.

Date #2:

I went out with a white girl. She picked me up from my house. She was bumping some hard-core rap music, which I didn’t think too much of, you like what kind of music you like. It was all good until I heard her repeatedly say the N-word over the song. I’m not sure if she just didn’t care or thought it was okay because she was out with me, regardless I didn’t stick around long enough to get the explanation.

Date #3:

I was dating a girl, and I saw a text from her mom on her phone saying, “How’s it going with your caramel boy?” After I saw that text it brought a whole new meaning to “like mother like daughter.”