Arab american women dating
Well, trust me when I say, just like you don’t want random guys adding you on Facebook, we don’t want random women adding us on Facebook. During my time on Facebook, I’ve been added by quite a few women, yet I never threw a shit storm and sent “Why the hell are you adding me? Face it, Facebook has its perils as well – and a block button.
I seem to get this one a lot, usually during the early stages of conversation.
As many of our ever-loyal readers know, the Hanitizer has established a set of popular and pretty damn accurate lists ranging from the disgustingly viral 13 Arab Guys You Should Never Date to 7 Girls Arab Guys Hit On. But as one of a very extinct few resident non-Arab Kabobers, I thought it would help put together a helpful list for non-Arab Arabphiles – such as my unfortunate self and the vast majority of North Americans of Pakistani descent – that is far more easily relatable and understandable. Lebanon’s a good one if you’re into living the good life, superficiality and men who look and sound pretty ..this guy. ) and there’s no guarantee it’ll work even after you’ve dished out a few thousand. Sorry, but he can’t marry the construction worker’s daughter or a heathenous White whore.
While the Hanitizer’s countless lists have rang far too true for many of our readers, I have often found that they targeted, more often than not, an Arab audience. I hope this list can serve as a guide to all non-Arab Arabphile females in realizing how they can really attain that Arab they’ve had their eye on ever since they decided to completely despise their ethnic heritage, self-Arabize and vow to never marry a man even somewhat close to their geographic origins. Palestine’s also good if you’re into victimization, activist bandwagoning and socially-acceptable anti-Semitism. So, either you’re genetically blessed, somehow escaping your ethnic gene pool’s hairy construct, or see number 4. He’ll go out with you, flirt with you; shower you with gifts and make an abundant amount of amazing promises that you know in your little insecure mind and heart will never materialize (with, again, the slight possibility of number 4).
What you really are, in fact, is a completely and utter mind-French-Connection-UK. At the end of the day, however, he doesn’t want his kids speaking Arabic like a valley girl with a bad case of linguistic MS. You can make up for this by knowing various Arabic colloquial phrases, owning all the Fairouz albums on your i Tunes, and know exactly the difference in Egyptian bellydance and dancing from the Khaleej (p.s.
It reminds them of their kid cousins, which in turns fulfills the infantile-female narrative/my-culture-prevails narrative and you are instantly an object of momentary desire or at least interest. So, you’ve had the unfortunate circumstance of being birthed through a Persian unmentionable – that’s fine.
Regardless, he’s going to need someone who really gets the nuances. Just remember that at the end of the day – seed’s gotta be pure and mama’s gotta approve.On the topic of men and women and what each one wishes they could say to each other without throwing a tantrum and eventually breaking up: Here’s my two cents.