A cross-class dating anecdote

At Brooklyn College, part of the City of New York’s public higher education system, I began to be acutely aware of class.  I asked a co-ed for a date, she agreed and gave me her address to pick her up on Saturday.  I noted that her address was in Flatbush, a middle income community unlike Brownsville, a poor and working class sector where I lived.  But I did not think much about the difference in location.
 
Her apartment was in a nice building.  When I entered her apartment, I was in a very large reception room with many decorations and displays.  Her father invited me to move into the living room.  I immediately noticed that there was a two-step drop to the living room, a sign of opulence in those days. As I stepped down, I said to myself this relationship cannot work because of our differences in money. I never dated her again. Class was evident.  
 
I then dated co-eds who were closer to me in their class situations.

1 Response

  1. Christopher Page

    I want the stories, what he learned and why class differences in money made the relationship unworkable and why similarities made them workable. I have my own experiences, but reading others stories about their experiences is what makes life richer.

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