I am Mexican and my bf is white. He's my first boyfriend. Its quite strange cuz all the boys I've ever liked were all Mexican, and I ended up with a white guy =P but its all good because I have fallen in love with him.
At first it was difficult cuz my family wouldn't really accept him as my bf. My mom... you should've seen the way she reacted when she learned of his race. It was like the first question she asked me even, "what is he?". I used to get teased for it by my family siblings too. Well exept for my older sister who is more understanding. Now it is much better, but I can't shake the feeling that my mom would like my boyfriend better if he were Mexican, or at least hispanic and definatly not white. She says things like, "well I know I always told you guys to never date a white guy, but he's really nice...". Why does she always have to throw that in there? Can't she just say she likes him without the "even though he's white" kinda thing? It frustrates me.
But with that aside, he is the most wonderful boyfriend. I have never met anyone so kind and gentle, but different and strong and romantic... I love him so much and I know he loves me back. I've never felt so loved in my whole life. I want to marry him someday ^_^
I remember he once told me that his father had once told him to date within his own race because it makes things easier. I will admit that maybe things would be easier if I were to be with another Mexican: you have the same culture/language, your family is more similar (cuz of the same culture), you can relate more. But I don't care, he's worth it. We get over our differences, and our differences are enlightening. We learn so much from one another, especially because we are of two different races and cultures. Sometimes its wierd when he makes sterotypical jokes and such... but its no big deal.
I love being with him and I love what I learn from him. Our different races mean nothing.