He laughed at my silliness and I fell in love with a boy whose family came from a place called Chile.
His lack of imagination and dark side tendencies were evident early on, but I digress.
He’s still very attractive, unmarried, and………….where was I?
He was already on his way to becoming someone whose personality would not meld with my own.
I knew we were doomed back in first grade, though, when I tore out a page from my favorite coloring book to give to him, and he happily took it and then commenced to color the entire thing black.
My hometown of Jersey City, New Jersey is a cultural melting pot, known as a ‘stuck’ town, consisting of newly arriving migrant people who end up finding jobs and never leaving.
My childhood coincided with the influx of arrivals coming from Puerto Rico that occurred during 1960-1980.
Though New York City was probably the desired destination, we had our fair share of Puerto Rican families that remained behind in my little industrial corner of the world, and for that, I’m grateful.
I began my love affair with tan skin boys in first grade.
Kitchen arguments and recipe modifications are just part of the bargain. Sometimes it only loves black women: their chocolate skin, their hair, how “sassy” they are…
If he’s more into cooing about the color of your skin than getting to know you, he may love what you represent and not who you are.
Sometimes social gatherings are awkward: “I can see why he likes you. So why not try out “N***a” in a rap song or join you when you complain about how “black people are always…” But even several years in, things can get awkward pretty quickly. Sometimes brothers take it hard when they see you out with someone for the other team.