Dating an indian man
well, it was a nice change of pace to be with someone who told me he had no issue with that at all.All this time I sort of thought that if I were younger, or maybe if I’d never been married, or if I didn’t have my lovely daughter in her last year of high school that maybe I could have a relationship with an Indian man.After a spell, I stared hard right back, waved to them (though I had considered flipping her the bird, I did decide to take a classier approach to the situation).That sort of broke it up and they continued out the door.Indian men are handsome (I love that dark chocolate coloured skin! and in my experience, complete and absolute gentlemen. I started Angela's Bangalore from my hotel room on the very first day I moved to India in 2011, while struck with jet lag!It was my very first blog, the country's very 1st luxury travel blog.He felt the same way and for a few weeks we dated, spending every possible moment together getting to know each other.In the end, I don’t know what will happen with us and if we have a future because we live very far away from each other – but two interesting things happened while dating an Indian man for the second time since moving to Bangalore that have really made me stop and think … First, it was great to realise that not all Indian men are afraid to be with a white, divorced women for fear of what their parents will say.
) who I basically fell head-over-heels coo coo for ‘at first sight’ and we started 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.Now I'm rocking You Tube as @Wanderwith Angela, hope you'll subscribe.
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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.