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Finding Love in the Big City, Part IX: A New Outlook Courtesy of an Old Soul

01.23.08 | User ImageThe Orange Phoenix | 5 Observations

Finding Love In The Big CitySo when we last saw Lady OP, she was unfortunately splayed out on the canvas by a sucker punch. So I have swatted the stars that were flying about my head, dusted myself off and am ready to jump back into the shallow end dating pool… well at least I think I am. The hardest thing about going back is the self-doubt one faces just before you jump in.

Being dumped is quite a humanizing experience, sort of like drowning. If you’ve ever almost drowned, the fear and hesitation that the swimmer feels is overwhelming. It goes beyond “ooh, does this swimsuit make me look fat?” or “will the sunscreen I just put on run into my eyes” – it is more like “Do I still remember how to swim?” or “will I come back up again if I dive in?” So what does one do when you need to get back in touch with who you are – besides get a new look (checked off the list), return to the arms of the person(s) who knows you best - yes I went home to Mama & Grammy.

There is something about a mother’s hug that is renewing and sets everything in the world right again. When you are a toddler just learning how to walk, you think that you know everything – the world is your oyster – and what happens… you fall right on your ass – a rude awakening. Who comes along to scoop you up – mama. That was my cue, off to the Bronx I go.

Over a hot plate of fried fish, coconut rice and beans and plantains, I get a random piece of wisdom courtesy of my grandmother. Of course, I tell them the story and instead of ‘I’m sorry” or it “will be okay baby,” I get… ” We knew his ass was bad, but we just didn’t want to tell you.” Thanks family! Why do they say stuff like that, like its gonna make things better. BUT they are family, so they ultimately are in my corner and will look out for my best interests. Then my Grandma grabs my hands in hers, looks me straight in my eyes and offers this stirring piece of wisdom:

“Baby… I think it’s time to date outside of your race…”

WHAT?

“It worked for you sister – why not you?” (My sister’s boyfriend of 6 years is Mexican and Black, but looks more Mexican)

HOLD ON -WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Then my mother has the audacity to agree.

Okay, what aliens have jumped into my family’s bodies and played tic tac toe with their minds?! What?! From the time I figured out that I was Black, my family has preached that for my own safety, I BETTER bring home someone Black or else. There was no ”you can date whomever you like” or “be color-blind.” It was “he better be Black or you ain’t getting married.”   What’s with the change of heart? It seems that they have evolved, but am I stuck in the multi-cultural Stone Age?

I’ve never considered looking outside of my own race, so I don’t know what to look for. What are the cues that signal attraction?

So for those that do know… what side of the dating pool do I jump into now?

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