I'm white English and have in the past between attracted to men of other ethnicities and nationalities.
I've previously had relationships with boyfriends of the following backgrounds:
* white, English X 2
* East African Asian muslim (family originally from pre-partition India, now Pakistan, born in Uganda, brought up in Zambia, moved to the UK at 16 to go to boarding school)
* West African Asian... erm... think he was nominally Hindu (family originally from India, was born in Liberia, moved to midlands in UK at some point in childhood/teenage years)
* East African Asian... erm... think he was nominally Sikh (family originally from India, was born in Tanzania, moved to the UK at 18 to go to uni, stayed, although his parents emigrated to Canada he never moved there with them)
* white, British (he was adopted by a couple, adoptive Jewish father, adoptive white English mother who converted to Judaism, weirdly, he actually looked very much like his adoptive father, because his biological mother was also supposed to be Jewish and also... I don't know, Latvian, Lithuanian or something, some kind of Eastern European jewish) Oh, but he loved bacon.
* white, British (maybe with Irish catholic roots?)
* mainland Chinese
I don't have a particular 'thing' for Asian guys, or any particular nationality or religion, they were just guys that I got to know either through work, a student society, or local politics, and they were the ones who were attracted to me and asked me out.
I had one date once with an African-American guy. He was a professional boxer and visiting my hometown as a sparring partner to some famous boxer for a big match. Werrandomly met and he asked me out on a date. We went to a restaurant and had a nice dinner in the suburb where I lived and then he came back for coffee (and I actually meant just coffee and a chat, although in hindsight I now realise that 'coffee' is often used as a euphemism in these situations).
I left him in the sitting room chatting to my flatmate while I was in the tiny kitchen making coffee. They started arguing. My flatmate was British-Nigerian, i.e. her parents were originally from Nigeria but she was British born. She started giving him a hard time about how black guys are always interested in white women and never date black women (well, if you're that argumentative and unpleasant to people you've never met before, d'you wonder why?
) He was very lovely, a perfect gentleman with impeccable manners, but he never called me again after that. And even if he had, I think I would have felt uncomfortable because of what my flatmate said.
I've never dated a black guy since then. I've had a lot of attention from them, since in the UK I live in an area with a large afro-caribbean and african community, and many are regulars in my local pub. They like curvy women like me. But I just don't want any more grief, don't want to be labelled a 'BMW' and I don't like some of the cultural differences in terms of family and 'love em and leave em' attitudes.