On the baseline -yeah, its no different than dating anyone else…Be a gentleman, treat her with respect, dignity, like a lady.So whenever I catch someone staring at us in public, I tell myself to turn off the switch.Stereotype or not, they’re just an oversimplified idea of an interracial relationship, encouraged by decades of clichéd plotlines.Either I have an exclusive taste for white men or my partner has an Asian fetish.It’s almost always said as a joke and then later followed up by a sudden interest in our past dating histories…more so their ethnicities, just so they know.Tell her she’s beautiful, hold the door for her, take her to dinner -pay for dinner (and anything else she wants), surprise her with presents every now and then. But I will say there are some underlying things that do differentiate an Asian Woman, from a White woman -this goes for Black, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, and Indian women as well.
Oddly enough, this is a situation where I don’t have to specify what type of Asian I am.They’re nothing like my partner and I because neither of us ever saw our race as a hurdle between us to spice up our storyline.I wish I could write something more dramatic for this resolution like in those movies but all it took was a discussion between us to know our truth.I was terribly uncomfortable by this idea that my partner and I had to have an ulterior motive to be dating one another and for a time, it really did get to me. But it gets difficult when I turn on my TV and see this label play out before me over and over again.I didn’t want to be known as so-and-so’s daughter with a white boyfriend because white Australia apparently gave me identity issues. Early last year I watched is about, Colleen just comes across as Asian.