In Roma culture there’s no such thing as dating for the sake of dating. Men and women met and socialize to determine if they want to get married. A man who doesn’t share my culture, language or faith is automatically not acceptable to me as a marriage partner and anyone who has known me for more than a few minutes knows that about me. An unacceptable man who approaches me is knowingly going where he knows he is not welcomed or wanted. He is asking to be insulted and has no right to complain if he is.
Since the OP is about seeing strangers in a pub, and so by definition they do not know you, are we to infer you wear a little tag on your person that states “I am Roma and will not ‘date’ you”?
Maybe you shouldn’t go to mixed-gender parties or bars.
Suddenly, I hear train whistles in the distance.
I only feel threatened by someone who acts threatening (invading my ‘space’) or won’t go away when I let them know I’m not interested.
I have had good and bad experiences with men of all colors/backgrounds/nationalities. I don’t go in for stereotyping.
If I’m at a pub alone I am not at the bar. I’m sitting at a table out of the way and reading, on my cell, working on my lap top, etc., in other words sending out all the international signals of person who doesn’t want to be bothered by others, so it’s not a little tag.
Suuuure there isn’t. Suuuure they do. I’ll bet you ten dollars that Romani teenagers and twentysomethings are getting busy all the time: you just don’t know it or refuse to see it.
de-railing, perhaps?
Is it train whistles or helicopters? Don’t lose your head . . .
Since when is the only reason to go to a mixed-gender party hooking up with someone of the opposite sex. Many people enjoy non-romantic conversations and non-sexual relationships based on friendship with members of the opposite sex. And a lot of business is conducted in bars.
No, no, no, and no, but in the rare instance when I do think that’s what he’s after I find it revolting.
You know…It’s just not worth it. I’m bailing from the inevitable train wreck.
I am sure it happens, but the ones that marry outside their culture, I wouldn’t bother considering them Roma.
OMG. Don’t offer your hand whatever you do. You WILL be struck by lightning.
Crap, the train’s going over me now.
Classic.
Ah, the no true Roma fallacy.
Soooo, anyway. How about them Indians in those pubs, huh?
Miscegenation aside, it appears you acknowledge, then, that your original assertion was false, that there is no “dating” in Roma culture. IOW, you admit you’re wrong?
I like how they stand so erect holding their boxes of cigars.
So where do you meet other Roma folk, anyway?
Lookin’ for a date?