Me and Rene have known each other for two and a half years, and out of the blue we take the metro down to DC to spend together some quality time and finally get to know each other. I don't remember when all the hand-holding and romanticism started but now I am presented with a decision that I have to make, thus the pros and cons of dating an Estonian.
My mother commented that we look alike, on which I was going red in the face and plain mad on simply the idea of me looking at all like an Estonian. At the same time I am a hypocrite because I like the way he looks.
If I think of him as just a guy I know, who is really cool and with whom I had an amazing time in the city there seems to be no issues, but in the back of my mind it pops up: his birthday is 12/13/91, exactly nine months after me. He doesn't look like he's younger, but in a sense I do have a policy of guys being older and taller. Laura said that Dan is younger than her, yet it's different, they grew up together. Me and Rene just grew up in the same country.
It's nice to finally be able to talk about something like Vana Tallinn or Laagna and have someone understand what I mean. At the same time our origin is a negative point because amidst the dinner in Chinatown we started fighting over the Bronze soldier, the statue commemorating the lost Russian soldiers in the WWII, which the Estonian government took down two years ago. I will always stand up for my people,but he will always stand up for his, and he shares their opinions, while I share those of the Russian population of Estonia. At one point we both shut up and decided that if we're going to be friends we are not allowed to talk about these things, it will kill the friendship. It's a point of opposition that will never go away, and I have never been fond of Estonians,  while he is not too fond of Russians. I told him he's my only Estonian friend who has walked away from me alive. I left DC and on the metro home I realized that I gained a friend, perhaps a boyfriend, who is funny and smart and at the same time, I gained an enemy, because this kind of thing does not fly well at home. My mom right away start making jokes that were uncalled for, and I would have laughed along normally, but this is about someone I just spend the day hugging and watching 3D dino movies at the museum of natural history with.
I guess I am just lost and don't know what to do.
His friends invited me to go to the party that he was going to that night but I declined because of the last problem: he lives in VA and it's a bitch traveling back and forth all the time. And it's easier to just say fuck it and let this go, but I can't help what I want.