Indian man dating
Passing judgement on people without knowing a thing about them is a terrible pastime.
I suppose we all size people up by the look of them – judging a book by its cover so to speak.
The white women in their 20s and early 30s who I know don’t seem to have any problem.
But it just turns out that I haven’t met the right Indian man for ME yet.
I was sat next to my ‘power guy’ on the same side of the table – instead of across from each other – at the quaint and lovely North-West Indian restaurant Samarkhand, enjoying some wine and their damn tasty lamb chops.
It was my very first blog, the country's very 1st luxury travel blog.
Obviously I haven’t dated much in India, two men isn’t enough to make a truly convincing case on the subject, so my experience level is low.
But I hear time and time again from dear friends who really do LIKE me as a person and care about me something along the lines of “Indian men want to take a foreigner out for a drive but they will drive home an Indian woman to marry.” So that mixed with my first experience dating an Indian man who told me straight-up from the start that we “have no future” because of the pressure from his family and the media due to his profession …
But I don’t understand why two people – no matter where they are from – can’t fall in love.
And why the colour of their skin or where they were born should be any concern to anyone else but themselves.
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