Let’s call him Walter, that’s a good old fashion white guys name right? LOL, So I met Walter on Tinder (the free dating app). To me, he is one of those older white guys that look like they need a hug-you know lonely with the sad puppy dog eyes. At least that’s the vibe I got from his profile picture. Needless to say, he was a really nice guy and we met up at a Korean Restaurant for our date.

It was my first time at one of those restaurants only because I don’t do much Asian food and prefer Caribbean food. But anyway, he had to order 3 times on my behalf since everything (in my opinion wasn’t thoroughly cooked). I finally settled on Korean beef sushi (Kimbap) which was to die for! Absolutely loved it and I really wanted to get some to go.

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The table conversation was good. He’s an older gentlemen, traveled internationally a lot and currently does does some computer engineering. Most of his travels of was in Asian where he spent a few years in- you guessed it Korea. When he got back to the states, he met someone that later became his sons mother, but turned out to be a toxic and negative woman.

Walter slightly regretted having his son so late in life but he loves him dearly. He told me that he was looking for someone who also had kids, and didn’t mind dating a single father. At that time, he wasn’t having any luck with the women around his age because they were done with kids and didn’t want the baggage.

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After dinner we hit up the Cleveland Museum of Art and I have to say that I was sadly disappointed. The museum failed miserably to acknowledge the strong influence black culture played in the creation of Jazz. Instead it alluded to European and Asian influences. I was- to say the least extremely disappointed and I would never go back-I’m glad he paid for that shit.

Once we left the museum, I brought up my disappointment, and he said he understood. Then he reasoned that white people have the tendency to hide ugly truths to ensure that they stay in a positive light. What he said made all the sense in the world. But it was at that same moment that he and I knew that going to the museum was a bad idea and that he and I would not being seeing each other again.

That date taught me that when you date outside the your race, no matter what you try to do, sooner or later you’ll have to deal with the elephant in the room. I for one don’t want to constantly pretend that the elephant isn’t in the way, so I won’t allow it in to begin with.

How do you feel about interracial relationships? Do you currently swirl? Tell me below in the comments. Until next time…