Wow, you had alot of responses (good for you)!
I am black and my husband is white and we met in Atlanta 10 years ago. I was raised in the South and attended an HBCU, never dated out of my race, but also never had a problem recognizing attractiveness regardless of race.
I dated alot when I was in college and also joined a sorority, lol. I had a great time in Atlanta and grew up in an area with very few minorities. I am very proud of who I am and where I come from.
As a freshman in college, we used to always go on group dates, about six or eight girls to six or eight guys, for young fun (bowling and whatnot). Well, my date was a bit too feely for me (always wanted to put his hand on my thigh). So I decided I was good for the evening and informed my friends I was heading home. It turned out that I ended the date for everyone and I owed the date orchestrator a favor
She came to me later that year and asked me to go on a double date with her. I asked her, was he nice (first) and cute (second), lol; she said yes, so I said okay. So I go outside and much to my surpsise I see a white guy and an asian guy....I was very confused. I thought surely this cannot be who we are meeting; she proceeded to hug them both and that was that.
I thought to myself, well at least we will be in the same car and if someone sees me I can explain the situation, well they drove separately. I was extremely nervous and somewhat uncomfortable. However, once we were off campus, he really made me laugh, we had shared interests, and he was funny.
Towards the end of the evening, I knew he was going to ask for my number and the whole ride back to the dorm I wondered what would I do. Other guys that weren't black had asked me out before and I always politely declined. So, when we pulled up to the dorm, as I suspected, he asked me for my telephone number. I paused and he said..... he thought that I had a good time and we had shared interests, so if he was right I would give him my number and if that was still true and I did not give him my number I was hung up on race, LOL. I gave him my number.
Over the course of my undergraduate matriculation, we dated until I pledged and with my course requirements, and other activities, I had too many things on my plate. Also, I wanted to push myself to be with someone of my own race. After all, I had plenty of friends that constantly reminded of the great black men that were interested in me at school.
My senior year I moved into an apartment as I was getting a bit overwhelmed with the everyone in your business portion of attending an HBCU. I also was a bit frusturated with feeling like I had to augment certain things that I liked (things that identified with my friends at my HBCU) and hide other things that I liked (things that do not typically identify with Black culture, music, friends, etc.). I just needed some breathing room to be me (and figure out who that was).
Well, I met a guy...across the hall who had just graduated from Michigan and started his first job. I was not interested in him that way, but we had some of the same interests and he was easy to be around. You know how you feel when you are around a friend, someone not trying to put the moves on you.
Our friendship lasted for 10 months and turned into a relationship. We dated for 5 years and married. We have lived in Seattle and currently reside in Chicago with plans to move back to Atlanta in the next year and a half. We both have job opportunities and our families our retiring (we want to be closer to them).
I basically told my life story to say, that you should do what makes you happy. If it turns out that the man that you can laugh, cry, pray, and love with is white or any other race, it will happen regardless of the circumstances and location. I truly feel that I had many opportunities to be with others, at times you might get stares, or sometimes even curious questions. I treat it the same way as being one of a few minorities in an area, I try to have patience, a good amount of tolerance, and let things roll off of my back.
My parents have been married for over 30 years. My grandmother was one of the first Black educators in North Carolina and at first, my selection wasn't celebrated, but you have to go with what will make you happy.
I loved Atlanta, it was the most fun. I feel that there is sometihng for everyone. We have many friends there of many races and really have not had any problems there at all.
Good Luck!!
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Just do what makes you happy
Me thinks you all might be slightly on the defensive in regards to that. Now if your in one of the farther out suburbs, then yeah I could see that being the case. But if your in Midtown, Buckhead or Downtown no one will even look twice at you. I live off of Peachtree on 26th Street now and a very large % of the residents in my building are in interracial relationships. It's no big deal, but if you go out with the mind set like "people will stare at us" then you will make a menacing stare out of someone just simply looking at you. And on top of that you are an black-Indian couple, I mean c'mon, have you ever been to Opera on a Saturday night??? 
