I'm white and my first girlfriend in college was Chinese-American, although there's really not much to tell. We never faced any sort of adversity as a couple and nobody ever once ever expressed disapproval to me or her about us dating. Or at least if they did, I didn't hear of it. I have no preferences when it comes to attraction and race. White, black, asian, hispanic - a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman.
The sad thing about my parents is that while I guarantee you if I dated a black girl, they wouldn't bat an eyelash, once my sister started dating black guys they freaked out in the worst way possible. Especially my dad, who at first said that if my sister married a black man it would be the most "dishonorable" thing she could ever do to our family. To put things in perspective, my sister is any parent's dream child. She was a straight-A student, class president, Homecoming Queen, was in National Honor society, graduated in the top of her class in college, has a total type-A personality where everybody loves her the second they meet her, and she has a fantastic job. All of that was tossed aside when my parents found out a few years ago she was dating a black guy (and had only been dating him for over a month at that point). What made this particularly shocking was that I had never once in my entire life heard my parents say anything remotely racist. But the idea of a black man dating their precious, beautiful blonde daughter flipped some sort of hidden racial fear-mongering switch.
Over time though, I'm happy to say my folks have calmed the fuck down. My sister has dated a couple of guys since then, all of them black, and has been with her current boyfriend for nearly two years. My parents really like him too. Turns out getting to know someone instead of judging them by their skin color helps a lot. Who knew.