waiting on parts
Oh man, you have no idea how much I had to think about this post in advance before deciding to commit writing it. You see, I’m worried. I’m worried that somehow, the things I’m about to write will come out looking like some sort of quasi-Sex in the City chick jibber that will scare people off. And the thing is , after all, I don’t mind those type of blogs. In fact, I secretly obsess reading them. But for here, for the context of this space, I need to confine these thoughts to some sort of cultural baring.
Ok, here goes…
My robot heart is broken, but don’t worry, I sent out for a new one. I just broke up. Well, we broke up, you can’t really do it alone. And while I normally NEVER like talking about these types of personal topics on here, I have to mention this for the reason that some of my friends gave me freakishly parallel advice in its outcome.
“Don’t date American, you need someone more like you.”
I hate this idea. I hate the idea that I can’t be a counterpart to any breed, culture, or color. But why is it that I have this sense that there might be some truth to this.
So my French friend told me to date only French or British, my Hispanic friend simply used the term “brown boys”, my mother insisted that I should lean more torwards Europeans or other Middle Easteners, and one of my brothers suggested straight Iranian.
I don’t think we can really judge what our type is. I really got along fantastically with the last boyfriend, and I know he did with me. But things come to an end as life moves forward. However, I do notice I connect on different levels with people of similar heritage.
The irony of course, is that I really can’t stand other Iranians from LA. Note that I said “from LA”, real Iranians are fine. And don’t get me wrong, I do know a few great LA Iranians too, it’s just that the majority of the crowd doesn’t suit my style.
Ok, I’m going to stop over analyzing. I think I just need to date another robot.
PS: Thanks to the incredible group of family and friends I have. You’re so awesomely nurturing, I almost start to think I date to entertain you.
Personally, I say date the kind of person who complements your heart and mind, regardless of what shade their skin is. (and I’m glad at least one Persian woman’s parents didn’t convince her not to date this ghostface!)
Breakups just suck, no matter what color you are. If you’d like a humor-infusion, you should check out “Monkey in a Suit” who’s linked on my blog. She’s Indian and her stories about dating within her culture are hysterical. And sometimes sad. But one of the best parts about blogging is realizing you’re not alone in al of this.