No matter how forward thinking this world claims to be, someone somewhere always finds a way to make it weird for interracial couples. I was reminded of this today while out to eat with my husband (it only starts there.). So if you're an interracial couple, have fun reading this, rolling your eyes and nodding your head like you're in church. Cause I'm about to bring the experiences to ya. And if you're not in an interracial relationship, cool. Read this so you know what not to say or do to make things socially awkward for folks like us! Oh, you're married??!?!?!
Y'all. You can marry whoever you want these days. I thought we settled this? Guess not. Because I can't tell you how many times a stranger has called my husband my "friend." Then when I said, no he's my husband, they got a hole in their face the size of a double-wide and blasted me with "really?!?!?!" Yes. Really. That's why I have a diamond on my left hand and he has a band. And under those we even have wedding rings tattooed on our fingers. Still this is a hard concept for some to grasp. If we are holding hands and wearing rings, we are probably married. Either that or we are publicly cheating on two other people 👀...yeah, no we're married. No cause for the blatant alarm!
Would you like me to split the check?
It's a romantic dinner. We are sitting on the same side of the table, again, holding hands. Another dead giveaway, those rings again! Is it just me, or do most couples NOT split the check?? This happens almost every time we eat out. Drives me nuts! A note to my waiter/waitress friends. NEVER ask if someone wants the check split. If we do, we'll tell you! Otherwise, it looks like I'm black and he's white so you assumed this was a business dinner, and that ain't cool.
Are you checking in sir?
I book all of our hotels, so I usually check us in. Cody stands right next to me at the desk, often talking to me during the check in process. Still...STILL...another front desk attendant will come up mid-check in, interrupt our conversation and say "sir, I can check you in over here." 🙄 WE ARE TOGETHER! Geez Louise. And then the best is when I'm checking in and the person checking US in says "is he staying with you" like my husbands not there or can't hear AND he's been talking to me this whole time. Those usually provoke the moment of "yes, he's my husband". Open mouth locked in. 😏
That's that jungle fever yo!
No, no it's not. My life is not an 80s movie that you didn't watch and you don't know the point of anyway. Jungle Fever is an obnoxious term used to describe every interracial couple ever. It's yucky. I don't look at a white couple and say "hey, Leave it to Beaver!" I don't look at a black couple and say "hey it's the Cosby's!" STOP. It's weird. It's embarrassing for all parties involved, especially the person who says it. Don't. Make. Movie. Or. TV. References. Please. 🙏
I could go on but, I'll let this lie here. The moral of the story is, use context clues with couples in service situations. Don't assume, because you know what happens when we assume...and don't make random association jokes that are uncomfortable. Most of the time I don't think of my husband and I as any different until someone else turns it into a thing and then life just gets rather uncomfortable 😳. It will probably continue to be the story of my life, but hey, it was a fun blog anyway. Hope you all enjoyed! And now I conclude with a slew of cute couple pictures! 😁Happy Living!