The following is an article by guest writer Trisha Velarmino, a world traveler from the Philippines who dated a Mexican man for 12 months (I promise it wasn’t me! Additionally, after 10 years since I first saw Sucre, I found out that he’s Puerto Rican. So anyways, here’s my list of the 10 reasons why you shouldn’t date a Mexican. Onions, tomatoes, lemon, a guacamole and it’s seed — that’s the perfect recipe for a cabron’s daily nutritional need. You will want to hug them even if it’s 39 freaking degrees outside which is not that uncommon since in most areas of Mexico it’s always either spring or summer. They ask this because they prefer to cook than eat out (and not only because of the money). These creatures are the most genuine people on earth. You might not understand it but I am sure you will get to memorize the exact words because it reflects sincerity. You might even be forced to tell them, “please, don’t be too nice.

The majority of what my parents know about other races they've learned through media or second-hand stories.

Stories, which laced with racial stereotypes, were told continuously that they became truth.

What I'm attracted to can be found in men of all races: strong arms (sense of protection), a great smile, nice build (healthy), ambitious, passionate, a sense of humor—a touch of sarcasm helps—and a kind heart. My brothers never seemed to have an opinion as to the type of men I dated, and were only concerned with how each guy treated me. My dad has always been a quiet man, and his only insertion in conversations about my dating life: "Are you happy, ?

I've dated other races aside from black men—my first and only boyfriend of two years was Korean. "My parents, I should say, have never forbidden me from dating black men, or a man of any race, but their silence, more so my mother's, has been felt—it rendered each guy invisible.

When I was 16, I had no idea about what Mexicans are all about.

He was one of my inspirations in traveling South America. Okay, I am officially naming my first son after him.’ This guy is the love of my life!This week, we're publishing some of those responses as part of a conversation about race and relationships.Thirteen years of dating boys outside my race and it took sitting down to write this essay to have the first, real conversation with my parents about interracial dating.But I've never dated someone of my own ethnicity: Mexican. And I would say Colombian, but that courtship never blossomed into much after he came over my house and serenaded me with his acoustic guitar. Time and again, after being introduced to a black guy I was dating, my mother either let out heavy sighs or foretold my future under her breath. My dad used his seasonal, strictly temporary passport for work and came to Arizona to pick fruit."You're going to end up pregnant before you're married," she once said. But my grandfather—my mother's father—wasn't too fond of my dad.Those "stories" tell of black men leaving their women, and of black men being promiscuous and violent. While problematic, my parents' thinking was the thinking of their time.