And for me, what I do love about first generation Mexican men is that they get me.Because of my father’s odd relationship with his family, I don’t know my white family at all.In China, first impressions count and “it’s not uncommon for parents and grandparents to set their children up on blind dates with suitable matches they’ve found.” In Mexico, “you are not only dating the man/woman, but you are dating the family…” In Armenian culture, it’s important both sets of parents get along before the relationship gets serious. Yes, you do ask the father And not just for his blessing in marriage.Even in cultures where family opinion may not take precedent, friend compatibility is important. In Mexico, “one common expectation is getting the father’s approval [for dating] since he is the head of the household.” Some naysayers will say this is because societies are patriarchal, but in reality, most cultures are simply family oriented.Truth be told, from the plethora of ordinate neighborhood bistros, frequent soft rains over the metropolis and gorgeous wine bars, this town is pretty much exactly the type of town I’ve always pictured spending my thirties in. A coworker, Jeremy becomes my nightly tour guide and with his impeccable insight on the city and his “down for whatever” personality, we get along well. To make a long story short, after a night of chatting over red wine, he tells me about the opening of a new taqueria this weekend and suggests we check it out. While I know I will never live in or anywhere near Atlanta, Georgia, I decide to use the opportunity to run a bit of a social experiment in response to the traffic scoreboard on the blog which shows almost daily traffic to the site as a result of Google searching the terms, “how to date a Mexican man,” or some variation thereof.
In other words, no being myself because these “rules” are ridiculous: 1. In fairness, the most obnoxious thing anyone has ever said to me in my recent dating history enough to stick with me was actually by a Mexican man.
That was my first realization of just how out of touch I actually am with white culture.