Shaded River Views
I met an articulate and nice looking man from a dating site and we arranged to meet. We had drinks and then a walk along the river. Things were going smoothly, so we sat on a bench and watched the sailboats as well as passers-by. The conversation was lovely, the weather beautiful. A young couple walked by with a baby carriage. He let out a disgusted sigh and said “Will you look at that?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant and he seemed irritated that I didn’t get his drift.
“I hate seeing that,” he said.
“Sorry,” I replied. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.” And I really had no idea.
He nodded towards the couple and spat out the word “That!”
It was then I realized they were an interracial couple. I just opened my mouth in awe – but no words would come out. He turned to look at me.
“Wow, you know I just noticed you have really dark brown eyes… you are white, aren’t you?” he asked.
I’m as fair as they come. I just burst out laughing.
“I’m Italian and Swedish and this date is over,” I said. It was his turn to be speechless as I got up and left.
