QUOTE(Jomo @ Jan 9 2008, 10:16 AM)

I am from and we reside in St. Louis, Missouri. My husband is from Jamaica. Our neighborhood is like the U.N.....we have every race and nationality you can imagine. As far as everyday life and the job situation, we've seen no issues. My own family and friends accepted him with open arms.
Ironically, the only time I've ever heard negative comments have been from Jamaican women, here and abroad.
Girlfriend get out of here. Why do people have to be like that. I think ya'll are a beautiful couple and as long as you two are happy to HELL with everyone else. That really gets under my skin.Call me Ms. INTERNATIONAL...I'll date whoever the HELL I want. I just chose to marry a Jamaican, because I've not had luck with men outside of my culture. I've dated American men black and white, but all I hear are conversations about WEED (and these are profesisonal men). If that's the only think you can connect with me about my CULTURE, then keep it moving. I dated an Italian guy for 2 years and his mother and her sisters (his aunts) HATED me. His father and uncles LOVED me. They found that I was EXOTIC. And the fact that I came from Jamaica, just made his father and the males in his family love me more. It was just his mother. He was the youngest son of 10 and he was the FINEST and I was just not good enough for her. They said I was too black and too fat and that all black one do is have babies. So, I made sure everytime I went around them I FLAUNTED by BIG A$$. I always sat on his laps and my mouth was always on his. I would have married him, but his job is too risky and people in his field either don't get married or don't stay married long (according to him). Check this out, they own a lot of propery in Negril and I went on vacation with them for 3 weeks (you know I was LOVING it)...because I was in my ZONE and she was seeing couples of opposite races all over NEGRIL, Mobay and Ocho. I drove her NUTS! She kept pretending that she was having a nervous breakdown and what is this world coming to. Her husband paid her no mind. They were to BLAZED up to address her comments. But this was the last straw, ITALIANS are big on Sunday dinners and well, when she set the table (you ready for this)...she set my place with PAPER plate, forks, knife, cup, bowl--so, we went at it. I was never felt so disrespectful in my life. Now, this woman had no problems with me when I spoke to her on the phone serveral times. We dated 6 months before I met his mom. His dad, brothers, uncles, new I was black. He didn't tell her, so the first time she met me she was in SHOCK! All she kept saying of what I could understand in her langauge was "Negra"...I think that means black or something like it. So, GIRLFRIEND, when you out and about...let them know he's yours...to HELL with everyone else. When we would go out, I got dirty steers from EVERYONE...because let me tell you...he was FINE (oh, did I tell you that already)...but I fell for him, because of his eyes and his zest of life...he was a KID all over again. Who knew that a grown man could get a kick out of going to a THEME park and losing his every loving mind. After that date, I was hooked.
QUOTE(Jomo @ Jan 9 2008, 10:16 AM)

I am from and we reside in St. Louis, Missouri. My husband is from Jamaica. Our neighborhood is like the U.N.....we have every race and nationality you can imagine. As far as everyday life and the job situation, we've seen no issues. My own family and friends accepted him with open arms.
Ironically, the only time I've ever heard negative comments have been from Jamaican women, here and abroad.
Girlfriend get out of here. Why do people have to be like that. I think ya'll are a beautiful couple and as long as you two are happy to HELL with everyone else. That really gets under my skin.Call me Ms. INTERNATIONAL...I'll date whoever the HELL I want. I just chose to marry a Jamaican, because I've not had luck with men outside of my culture. I've dated American men black and white, but all I hear are conversations about WEED (and these are profesisonal men). If that's the only think you can connect with me about my CULTURE, then keep it moving. I dated an Italian guy for 2 years and his mother and her sisters (his aunts) HATED me. His father and uncles LOVED me. They found that I was EXOTIC. And the fact that I came from Jamaica, just made his father and the males in his family love me more. It was just his mother. He was the youngest son of 10 and he was the FINEST and I was just not good enough for her. They said I was too black and too fat and that all black one do is have babies. So, I made sure everytime I went around them I FLAUNTED by BIG A$$. I always sat on his laps and my mouth was always on his. I would have married him, but his job is too risky and people in his field either don't get married or don't stay married long (according to him). Check this out, they own a lot of propery in Negril and I went on vacation with them for 3 weeks (you know I was LOVING it)...because I was in my ZONE and she was seeing couples of opposite races all over NEGRIL, Mobay and Ocho. I drove her NUTS! She kept pretending that she was having a nervous breakdown and what is this world coming to. Her husband paid her no mind. They were to BLAZED up to address her comments. But this was the last straw, ITALIANS are big on Sunday dinners and well, when she set the table (you ready for this)...she set my place with PAPER plate, forks, knife, cup, bowl--so, we went at it. I was never felt so disrespectful in my life. Now, this woman had no problems with me when I spoke to her on the phone serveral times. We dated 6 months before I met his mom. His dad, brothers, uncles, new I was black. He didn't tell her, so the first time she met me she was in SHOCK! All she kept saying of what I could understand in her langauge was "Negra"...I think that means black or something like it. So, GIRLFRIEND, when you out and about...let them know he's yours...to HELL with everyone else. When we would go out, I got dirty steers from EVERYONE...because let me tell you...he was FINE (oh, did I tell you that already)...but I fell for him, because of his eyes and his zest of life...he was a KID all over again. Who knew that a grown man could get a kick out of going to a THEME park and losing his every loving mind. After that date, I was hooked.