- 1 year ago
Good morning, strangers! (I hope I don’t have to call any of you that for too long!)
I just wanted to take a moment to introduce myself.I’ve been perusing this site for a couple of weeks, but I never actually registered until today.
I am a 24-year old high school Spanish teacher. I’m a caucasian Southern girl from Georgia. Yes, I love sweet tea. Yes, I say “pee-can” pie. Yes, I’m Baptist. I’m about as Southern as they come….or I was, at least.
About 3 years ago, I met my FI out and about. (More specifically, watching my friends make fools of themselves at a salsa dancing class.) Then, out of nowhere, this guy approaches me and asks me to dance. As ridiculously cheesy and mushy as it sounds, I knew right away that he was “the one”. The next Sunday, we went out for coffee. And we’ve been crazy-in-love-happy-happy ever since.
One “problem”: he’s Mexican! He grew up there and moved to Georgia when he was 21. He’s 30 now and not-so-americanized, so we’re a (imho, perfect!) blend of two very different cultures, which I luuurve.
Remember, I live in the very “red” South! This kind of thing is not okay where I’m from. We get funny looks and long stares when I go back home. People think I’ve abandoned my “roots” (i.e. all of my values and morals). Marrying outside of my race AND culture? Insane, I tell you.
I think they’re silly. I still love football, I still love chicken ‘n’ dumplings, I still love going to church on Sundays. I’m still me. And the best part is, my FI loves me for that. Our differences are what make us interesting.
Anyway, sorry for the long post. I just wanted to say “hello” and see if any of you have had similar experiences? I can’t be alone here.
Let me hear your story!