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Growing up in the UK, the dating scene was not an ordeal.We no longer needed the approval of our dads and the days of being chaperoned while on a date were firmly rooted in the history books.Our meals are a mix of everything from Greek and Turkish to British, Italian, Indian, and American.Our conflicts arise from our personalities and wants, just like a mono-cultural couple. The difference is in how we live according to a blended cultural calender. The cavernous church was brightly lit, the priest grew impatient when my cousin the bride came late, but the throngs of relatives and friends were unmistakable.Together, we’ve accepted hard candies from hosts on Kurban Bayram, have cooked leg of lamb and avgolemono soup according to my mother’s recipe for Easter, and this year look forward to attending Divine Liturgy on Christmas Eve in Agia Triada in Istanbul’s Taksim Square. There, before her parents, her groom’s parents, and religion, she and her now-husband were more than accepted as a single unit, they were blessed.Blessings were wished upon their heads, which were then transferred to my own as I stood at the back of the church in my wedding finest handing out boubounieres as a “single” woman.
This was traditional Turkey away from the manmade holiday resorts.The ladette era of the 90’s prompted females to demand independence and if they wanted to have a one night stand and walk away in the morning, they were going to do it, whether their public reputation was tarnished or not.Therefore, when I moved to Turkey, I was in for a shock, especially when it came to the dating scene.Looking back, I realize my naivety was shining like a lighthouse beacon.I was 25 years old, single, very naïve and had not considered researching cultural differences that I was likely to encounter.