My boyfriend is Black. I Never dreamed I'd Ever get into an interracial relationship, but here I am. He is a wonderful man! Handsome, personable, a graduate of both Harvard and Stanford, and is in the same line of work as me, though with a different company. We met at some cocktail party, got to know each other some over drinks, chatted, saw each other around a few times later, talked more, and finally agreed to have a date. Both of us knew instinctively about interracial problems, and so were not wanting to jump into something. I guess I had known him 4-5 months before we ever went out.
Actually it was Me who broke the ice. We were talking after a conference and I just broke into the conversation and said that I thought we both probably wanted to know each other a lot better so could we get together sometime? He kinda hesitated, then asked if that evening would be ok. I gave him my telephone number and address and said pick me up at about 7 if that's ok. He said no problem.
We went to dinner, went to a park down by the waterfront in San Diego, and just walked around talking. He took me home, asked if he could call me. I said you better, or something. He left.
We had at least a half dozen dates before I invited him to my place, to fix him dinner, I said. We had dinner, and ended up having a lot more! He spent the night.
When we both knew, that night, that we were about to change this relationship to a sexual one, and there was no turning back, we both were nervous. He wanted me, and I knew for sure I wanted Him. But we didn't quite know just how to proceed. So we fumbled a bit, heading to the bedroom, but got there and undressed.