Indian parents on dating
But I don’t understand why two people – no matter where they are from – can’t fall in love.
And why the colour of their skin or where they were born should be any concern to anyone else but themselves.
I was sat next to my ‘power guy’ on the same side of the table – instead of across from each other – at the quaint and lovely North-West Indian restaurant Samarkhand, enjoying some wine and their damn tasty lamb chops.
A large table of 10 guests across the room stood up and one by one started making their way for the door when the ‘mom’ spotted us sitting close to each other and chatting.
But taking it any further like that woman did is just awful.
That side of dating an Indian man is something I won’t relish experiencing ever again and I’m fairly certain that it would be a rather frequent reality.
All things said and done, even though I have no idea what our future holds, I don’t regret a moment of it and I love the way I feel …
But it just turns out that I haven’t met the right Indian man for ME yet.Obviously I haven’t dated much in India, two men isn’t enough to make a truly convincing case on the subject, so my experience level is low.But I hear time and time again from dear friends who really do LIKE me as a person and care about me something along the lines of “Indian men want to take a foreigner out for a drive but they will drive home an Indian woman to marry.” So that mixed with my first experience dating an Indian man who told me straight-up from the start that we “have no future” because of the pressure from his family and the media due to his profession …Feelin’ pretty good about that realisation I’ve gotta say because I do love this country and I sort of thought there was no relationship hope for me if I stayed.The second thing that happened really took me by surprise.