I hate to brake it to you but society sucks, like a Ferengi. The year after college I dated a mixed race woman (mother east Indie, father central India). During a very short period of time we were subjected to hatred on many levels.
While protesting a Klan rally, (we stopped to join the first group we met up with) I was treated very badly. I was called a "cracker," asked if I was a "wigger," and a few things I had to ask my girlfriend if she new what they meant. Finally a guy, claiming to be one of the organizers, TOLD me to leave. When my girlfriend followed me away, he called after her, "Stay with us sister, we'll take care of you." When she kept walking, a woman screamed, "Traitor!"
A few days later, I took her to a very nice restaurant, for our six month anniversary. I told the the maitre-die my name, he checked his list, looked past my girlfriend and asked if I'd like to wait at the bar for the second party to arrive. We didn't comment on his presumptiveness and followed him to our table, off to the side of the room BEHIND the row of ferny palms. When I asked for a different table, he said they were all booked. I wanted to leave, but she said we had to get used to such things and society would eventually catch up to us. When we left the place was less than half full.
The worst part was when her family came to visit for her birthday. We thought everything would be cool, because of the racial mix of her parents. Her younger sister said only one thing, in front of me, the whole three days, "Mom he's white." To which her mother responded with, "I see that sweetie." Her parents did cordially talk to me over the weekend, but it was very distant and superficial.
We dealt with it very well, even though it was stressful. What ended up breaking us up was a drunk ex-boyfriend of mine getting very explicit and graphic about his and my sex-life. She had known I was bi well before we started dating, but I think hearing intimate details about it might have been too much.