White Knight Courting Ebony Princess

INSTANT ATTRACTION

It was my first year in college and I met the most fascinating doll faced, eye catching beauty, in my first period class. To my surprise I would find myself eager to attend class so as I could lay eyes on her. I was instantly drawn to her innocent beauty and charisma. She was the most gorgeous African Princess/ a queen of royal beauty. She had so much allure to her appeal that her gentle disposition and sweet calm voice won me over from day one. I didn't want class to end; that's how much I enjoyed being in a room where she was. Everything about her I approved of and I admired her star power and confidence that intrigued me.

I never thought that she would be interested in me even though I made it clear by my eager persistent smiles directed her way and offering to help her any chance I got. It seemed that she liked the attention, but she wouldn't hold eye contact long enough for me to know if she was interested in me or not. My friends decided that she was probably dating someone and that I would be asking for trouble if I persisted on my quest to win her over.

3 weeks later the pay off would come when our class Instructor told us to form study groups. Taheshea stood right up looked directly at me and smiled. I motioned for her to come over to me; (since she stood there staring my way.) From that day on we have been inseparable.

At first, it took us a while to get use to the attention we got from people. Taheshea being very dark skinned and I being fair skinned; I guess you could say we stood out in the crowd. Not just the mere reason of our night next to day color but the fact that we dressed well and being fairly attractive people; it all added to the stares we got from people.

Anyhow, it was true that some people made it a habit to scrutinize and gawk at us, when we were seen together in public. I would comfort Taheshea by saying that it was our good looks that puzzled them. She laughed and pretended not to notice the obvious stares; which made it easier to ignore people that rudely stared. I started to wonder if some ignorant people didn't make it a habit to stare us down just so we would be aware that they took notice. Luckily for us we happened to have met in an age of acceptance for freedom of choice; without angry protest of past generations.

The real test was meeting each others families. My fear delayed me meeting her family for a year before I had enough courage to meet them. Taheshea was braver than me and was more willing to take the chance of being rejected, but I feared such a fate with her family for me.

I invited Taheshea to my parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner where my parents eagerly awaited meeting my new girlfriend that I spoke so highly of. Her natural sweet disposition won over the entire family, to her utter amazement, and to my thrill. They would later tell me how charming and beautiful she was; something I already knew but was glad they saw it too. Mom embraced her with open arms and welcomed her to come back soon. Waving goodbye to us with all smiles, made me so happy, and proud of my families true, good will for my individualism and happiness.

After 1 year of dating her I agree to meet her family; for a barbeque dinner. I was scared and imagined the worst. Her family was a very large close nit family, and regularly socialized together on occasions. It was not a small group I would meet, but a rather large family. In addition, Taheshea would be the first to date a white person in her family, or even to bring one home!

I could no longer put off meeting her family without it causing conflict between us over my hidden fears. I reluctantly agreed to go. The day arrived for the barbeque; Saturday, not only brought the weekend but butterflies to my stomach. I saw the large crowd laughing and carrying on; socializing and having such a good time, under the gazebo in her parent's backyard.

Taheshea had warned them that I was a white man so there wouldn't be any surprised expressions upon their faces when they saw me. Their friendly behavior seemed shallow at first. I was afraid that my skin color would doom me from start. I was hungry; leaving no room for thoughts of rejection due to my appetite.

I focused on keeping a smile glued on my face and took in the good smells of the aroma of the food. Taheshea's Mom took me over to the food and chatted about the different foods she had made; filling my plate up with samples of her cooking. Everything from Barbequed meat loaf to fried corn, corn bread and watermelon she dished out, onto my plate with my approval.

Taheshea's mom was a very friendly and talkative lady that seemed to be the hierarch of the group. She seemed to take on a position of being mother to all; as children right and left would approach her and seemed to be seeking her approval, comfort or advice.

As soon as I started getting a little comfortable I heard the men talk about their ancestors having been slaves and the terrible happenings. If Taheshea would have been right there I would have insisted we leave at that very moment, but she wasn't. She was off in a small group chatting away as they carried off the dirty dishes.

I sat silently pretending to be half deaf; with the laughter and excitement coming from the children I was soon enjoying the pecan pie and vanilla ice cream that Taheshea had presented to me before venturing off to help the ladies.

Hearing my name mentioned, [Joshua.] I looked over as though they called to me. In hindsight, I had somehow managed to shut off their earlier conversation from my mind; as I focused on the pie before me. Apparently they had been contemplating in their discussion my parental lineage, without my awareness. I made clear that my ancestors were hard working farm hands that traveled around, and were poor folks. This was the truth. I had nothing to hide. It seemed that my truthfulness was the key to knocking down barriers.

The pain seemed to run deep for their ancestors having had such terrible misfortune; which left a bit of hostility and mistrust from someone like me, wanting one of their women.

A sense of acceptance so followed for historical rough times with some folks. Understanding of that took the place of any resentment for me. After all, my ancestors also had a tragic existence back in those days; which seemed to leave us more on equal terms that knocked down the negative thoughts of my heritage. To my surprise I left with many invitations to come back. It wasn't an easy approval of me or acceptance but with good families it usually isn't so simple to win them over and Taheshea's family truly cared for her well-being and happiness. My disposition for being calm, mellow, polite and sincere made a difference with their approval of me.

To this day my relationship with Taheshea is as strong as ever. We are both graduates now and have been married happily for 3 years. We are long past the dating game and now have a precious baby girl we adore. Our relationship is strong due to the respect we have for each other as individuals. Taheshea and I have an unbreakable bond that developed from our inner spiritual connection on a soul to soul level of understanding, acceptance, loyalty, respect and love for each other. Just as in any good hearted faithful couple; that truly loves and cares for one another.

We wouldn't have made it through the first year together if we didn't except and respect fully each other and appreciate our own individual nationality and culture traditions; for customs that we each grew up with, being of separate culture heritages. I love and respect the African American traditions and Taheshea fully accepts Caucasians and understands our traditions which are most to do with America's national traditional holidays that we all in America usual celebrate. We respect each other and enjoy the knowledge we share now as a family unit.

It all boils down to wisdom for accepting each other on a soul level for who we are as individuals and not by our skin color alone. We are much more than our outer appearance. It's best to know the fruit of what we have produced in life instead of being judged for our ancestors, race or culture. Racism and unfairness is ignorance.