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From talking to my family in California, I knew that my younger female cousins were repeating the same pattern: They wanted so badly to emulate the roles played by Jennifer Lopez in films like — young Latinas who marry wealthy white men.
But if I hadn't achieved that by my late 30s, was there any hope for my cousins?
With divorce papers in the works, I flew to New York City to emulate Erica Benton, Jill Clayburgh's character in the 1978 film . The guys who lived in my neighborhood were mostly newcomers to the United States, and as a fourth-generation Californian, I just couldn't relate.
Through my job in publishing, I fell in with a mostly white crowd of creative types.
When I was 30, I fell in love with — and married — a white man who was an aspiring rock star.
I blushed as he recalled my teenage persona: a New Wave girl who "only hung out with the skinny white boys." I didn't remember him, but now, 25 years later, I was drawn to his lean build and intense eyes.And I spent most nights below 125th Street, in karaoke bars and at poetry readings.After living in Manhattan for a decade, I had dated casually but hadn't met anyone who fit my husband model.When he asked me to lunch, I didn't overthink it — my plan was to not marry a Mexican, not avoid having lunch with one.We spent the remainder of my weeklong trip together, talking late into the night over vegan tikka masala and red wine from Sonoma Valley.