I’ve foolishly fallen in love with a sweet, lovely girl, a girl of a different race. I met her at my favorite restaurant. I love their Kung Pao chicken and came back for more and more.
I spend my working hours longing to be with her and when I’m with her it feels like we are all alone on an island. She loves me, too, and, naturally, wants marriage and children. However, my gut tells me that I just can’t get over her nationality, her culture and her foreign ways.
I fear that if we marry and have children, my parents will not jump at the chance to be grandparents and will have nothing to do with us. It’s a gut thing. I have not yet introduced her to my family. It’s all just putting a big knot in my stomach. What’s wrong with me?
Reading your column each week, I feel that you’re a very wise old bird. Do you have any advice for me?
Lt. Cable in Agua Fria
Dear Lt. Cable,
You weren’t born with this fear and hate. You were carefully taught. By the time you were 6 or 7, your parents, relatives and others in your sphere of influence encouraged your distaste for others not of your kind.
I don’t want you lamenting that “once paradise nearly was mine.” You can break out of this malignant cancer of prejudice. Are you a man or a mouse?
If you’re not man enough to make her your wife, then stop being intimate with this lovely young lady. Stop being a cad, Lieutenant.
Good luck and don’t forget to invite me to the wedding. I hear the Lake Gregory Company has a nice venue on the lake at the San Moritz Lodge.
Sidney
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This advice is intended for entertainment purposes only. No animals were harmed in the writing of this column.
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