One time I memorized a whole Hebrew pop song just to impress this Israeli guy," he said to me with eyes the size of my grandma's matzoh balls.He started singing and I envisioned my Hebrew school teacher Mr. I asked him what he likes about Jewish guys and the answer, of course, didn't surprise me: "Oh, it's their beards for sure.Of course, there are always the people who meet us for the first time and automatically assume the odds stacked against us. Wow." But what those people see in us says far more about who they are than it does about who we are.I'm a black girl who grew up in a predominately white neighborhood.We were driving cross-country one summer with two other friends, staying with whomever we could to save money.I had asked a friend who lived in Chicago if we could crash with his family. This friend was Mexican-American and came from a middle-class family.

I am Asian-American, and my college (and post-college) boyfriend was (and still is, I guess) half black and half white.When I first saw her (and her smile), I was smitten.And there was a comfort and an instant ease that I'd never experienced before.Luckily, my motor skills were on fire and I didn't make a fool out of myself.After that night his dad was actually super friendly and nice.