The older I get, the harder it is to date across the color line.
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Eating out during the Six Chilis Cafe, Chaynor and I also sat hand and hand, across from our best friends, Mark and couple that is jie—another interracial. Whenever two unsolicited forks arrived with our Mongolian beef, we knew one was for me personally and something for Mark, the other Caucasian. Continue reading “Eating out during the Six Chilis Cafe, Chaynor and I also sat hand and hand, across from our close friends, Mark and Jie—another interracial couple”