More Polka Dots

My SO and I usually eat out one night a week, which I enjoy because it's like 1. Date Night (which doesn't really happen anymore once you start living together, at least for us) and 2. we don't have to think about what to make for dinner, which I hate because it's such a process. What protein should we eat? What sides, if any? How time consuming is it? How much energy do I have left at the end of today to actually cook?

I wish you could see the front of this clutch, but I get so flustered sometimes when he takes pictures of me because I'm so focused on looking good and perfect that I forget about the other little details. And the only reason I get flustered when he takes pictures is because no matter what, every picture he takes, I look awful. He has a knack for it, I swear.

These are also the famous wedges some of WC owns (item #10 or so that most of us owns). They're insanely comfortable and easy to walk in, true to the nature of many wedges. And since they're dual colored, they'll go with so many outfits and color pairings!

H&M dress // Free People bralette // Target wedges (see Michelle's post for alternatives) // Forever 21 clutch

While out though, I noticed a few lingering stares towards my SO and I. It could be for numerous reasons: they saw him taking photos of me; our dichotomous styles (he was in flip flops, a thermal, and ripped jeans); or these wedges ended up making us equal heights. I'm kind of reaching with that last one, but it's at the benefit of giving those people the doubt. But, I genuinely think it's because we are an interracial couple. I think about this all the time, and I reason that the looks I get when I am out with him is because we are two different races. We live in a predominately white city (2010 statistics via Wikipedia state 50.5% white), so I'm inclined to trust my own instincts.

Racialicious has a short but descriptive true life tale of that 'hate stare,' except for me, it isn't stares from other people of color, but from white people. What strangers think of me, especially white strangers, is rarely a thing I worry or think about, but sometimes I can't help it, and I wonder if they're judging us (me, mostly) for dating outside our race, assuming we think our own respective races aren't good enough, potentially having sexual fetishes ("yellow fever"), etc. I can't disregard any semblance of guilt I feel. It's something I continuously work on though because I don't feel apologetic nor should I feel that way towards these people for my relationship. It is mine and my own and none of their business.

What have your experiences been like with interracial dating, and dating as a whole? I think it would also be helpful to talk about platonic interracial relationships too.