The incident didn’t ruin more than another 30 seconds of our night and then we went back to having fun – because at the end of the day she’s the one who had a problem, not us. But it is hard for me to understand because I truly – from the bottom of my heart – feel that everyone is equal and no one race or nation or group is superior to another.
My guess is that she feels compelled to try and place others below her to make herself feel better about herself or the life that she’s living. Sure, some nations might be techier or more advanced with equal rights for women, human rights or have men that believe that half of the household chores belong to them too .
But taking it any further like that woman did is just awful.
That side of dating an Indian man is something I won’t relish experiencing ever again and I’m fairly certain that it would be a rather frequent reality.
I am used to being stared at simply in their sweet pink sarees, to little girls who wave as they pass by me, to uni students or power women and, of course, most Indian men who spot me.
Normally it never bothers me at all but this time it did.
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.
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 …
Indian men are handsome (I love that dark chocolate coloured skin! and in my experience, complete and absolute gentlemen. I started Angela's Bangalore from my hotel room on the very first day I moved to India in 2011, while struck with jet lag!