Update on my first experience at interracial dating (my original post is in one of the Ferguson threads, I think).
So anyhow, race has been so much not a factor that I actually completely forgot about it!
And, I did something stupid. I was driving around with her tonight and something slipped out in a way I would normally only say to white family or a white friend.
I was talking about my brother that doesn't quite know how to act appropriately sometimes and doesn't have street smarts, and how he almost started a fight with a BLACK GUY at the restaurant over who was in line first for the soda machine.
The way I said it -- BLACK guy, emphasis on black, I knew right away I'd slipped up.
So I immediately said "oh I didn't mean how that sounded, you know it's not about race, it's ghetto people, there's ghetto white people too like rednecks and meth heads."
So she looks at me and says, "I know, but, if you have to qualify a comment like you just did then that means you did say something racial."

I didn't know what to say to that, so just kept driving.
She wasn't bothered by it though. Later on we watched Anchor Man 2 and she laughed at the part where Ron Burgundy is being a complete jerk to his black girlfriend's family.
Later I told her how there's a family rumor / legend that we have a black or mixed great-grandmother.
Race hasn't been an issue in this thing with us. We talk about a lot of things, pretty much everything but race. She is half and half, and did mention to me that the white family she was raised in "was very racist." I can tell that experience caused a lot of hurt for her and some issues. I know Obama has spoken about this and written about it, the challenge and culture clash of being mixed race and raised by a white family and not feeling like you belong. And that's what my lady friend has told me, that's the impression I get, it's like not feeling completely accepted by your own family.
I'm a sensitive guy and I'm sure not going to say anything that could make her feel bad, so I will HAVE TO WATCH IT with slip ups and the kinds of things my inner circle says. Basically, "that BLACK guy" kind of thing where you put the emphasis on black.
It would be like dating a Mexican woman, and complaining about Mexicans, you just gotta watch it.
And I really need to get this DNA test done, that swab thing you just mail off. I'm curious, I really want to know if I have some African American genetics. (I don't look it)
What if I find out, that I do? I'm too darn old to have an identity crisis, but I think i'd feel different, just to know. If I do, then my lilly white model good looks sister does too. That would sure trip her out, to know for sure, that we are actually mixed!

If I am mixed, it would be something like the great grandmother that my grandfather would never talk much about. Family rumor is that she was half cherokee, half black.
Anyhow.. back to romance.. Sixstrings is still a pretty happy guy. I've been so lonely for a long time. The companionship is nice. We have these nerdy common interests, I normally never find anyone that shares that in common. She's one of the funniest people I've ever met. We're going to start taking some trips together.
I made her dinner tonight. Baked lemon pepper tilapia, with italian herbs and parmesan and butter. Man, that stuff came out well.