“He’s not good enough for you…”
Cool. So all of a sudden I have no taste in guys and I’m bound to pick the wrong one each time, right?
Well, that’s no fun.
I was under the impression that dating was supposed to be about having fun with and getting to know someone so that you can figure out what you like in the person that you will spend he rest of your life with.
No one wants to hear that they chose the wrong kind of guy…again.
What does that tell me? I’m bound to have a terrible love life and I will never be happy because my family will never approve of the guys i “bring” home. I say “bring”‘in quotations because I’ve never actually brought a guy home yet…for fear that my mom will question the hell out of him.
So what… Now YOU can decide who is best for me? When will I ever get to choose what I think is right for me??? This is what I should be telling myself instead of giving in…
But, because I was already in the mentality of “oh, I can’t possibly bring THIS one home. My family won’t like him,” I guess that doomed this relationship from the start.
I love my family, but…they can be so racist at times. The only thing my grandma and my mom ever bring up is the fact that the last few guys I’ve dated weren’t Asian. No, in fact, hey were Mexican. I don’t see what the big problem is with this, but my family insists that traditions will be broken because other races have different values. I know that. But maybe you should meet the guy…and THEN judge him all you’d like. You don’t even give them a chance!