You may or may not realize this, but I am white. Yes, I mean white as in caucasion, as in not-a-minority.
Up until I met Trooper, I pretty much always dated white men. That wasn't by design, just the way things worked out. I didn't date Trooper because of his race, or really even in spite of it. I dated Trooper because he was a nice guy - who happened to be African American.
When we broke up, I guess I did lean towards a particular "type" of guy. I mostly dated outside my race, though there were several dates with white guys mixed in. Again, it really was just the way things worked out.
When I dated outside my race, I came to expect questions, looks, or comments. I could predict what was coming, and knew how to respond.
But I honestly never thought I would spend any time explaining my choice to date a guy of the same race.
When I first started telling my friends about Toyfriend, the reaction was the same, pretty much across the board. Even when I wasn't around, friends reported back that other friends reacted the same:
"Wait - he's white?!"
I probably should have anticipated the reaction, and it probably shouldn't bother me. After all, I did have a "type" for a while. People know what sort of men I find attractive, and I guess everyone just assumed that was the type of guy I would end up with. I suppose because that's who they would expect me to meet.
I guess I just wish that my friends' first reaction would be one of happiness. Like, "Wow, GGS seems happy - how great is that?! She deserves it." A few friends did react exactly this way - you know who you are, and I hope you know how grateful I am.
But I think I also wish that people had believed me when I said I never dated anyone because of his race. The surprise makes it seem like people expect race was a deal-breaker for me - and it never was. It is certainly true that I find men of a particular race very attractive - that's been true since my first crush. But liking how someone looks and falling in love with who someone is are very different things.
When I was just looking for someone to spend a little time with, I went looking for guys based solely on physical attraction. Why not, right?
But if I had stuck to that "type" and made race a deal-breaker, I'd have shut out the possibility of the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me. Yes - I said ever.
That's the thing about "types" - they work when you're doing the looking. They don't work when you're ready to be found.
(The fact that Toyfriend is completely adorable is really just icing on my happy little cupcake.)