Years ago if you'd asked young, single Jen about her dream guy, the list would have been something like: Intelligent.Kind.Hilarious.Cute. “White guy” wasn't on that list, but it was implied because I was a Midwestern suburban white girl who didn't have a lot of exposure to other cultures. When I imagined my future babies, they were blond-haired and blue-eyed. I logged onto America Online one fateful night in the early 1990s and started a random chat session with a guy in New York City named...