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On black men dating white

Mostly the big takeaway I have from my dating life is that women are cra-*loses signal*. My answer for why I’ve dated certain White women is pretty much the same for why I’ve dated any other women: “I liked her at the time and I wanted to be with her.” The end.

My friend likes black girls, but he doesn’t like them too dark!

” Against my better judgment, I assumed that the wingman just wasn’t very good at his job and started talking to his friend anyway.

Yet there’s a whole genre of journalism and first-person essays based on Black men talking about their experiences dating White women. ” I ask, pulling back instinctively to just hold the tips of her fingers. Also on a logistical level the fact they talked for weeks before he asked her this question just seems implausible.

They’re long, in-depth analyses of the writers’ psyches and most usually provide for why the Black men have been interested in dating White women in the first place. I don’t care how many private schools you went to or how many “Black women weren’t ever too interested in me” stories you have. The headline for the story is “Interracial Dating While Black, or How to Manage Your Girlfriend’s White Guilt,” but it’s really another tale of a Black man working through his own issues with dating a White woman, with a “wow some White people be WOKE, dog” glaze baked into the crust*. Hell, the first time I kissed a White woman, I went home convincing myself she just problem than anything else.

This was the place I was born and raised; where nobody had to whisper the “n word” or hesitate to stick some feathers in their hair and paint their skin red as a sign of school spirit.

Growing up in New Hampshire didn’t prevent me from making friends or dating guys who weren’t white.

I’ve written thousands of words on professional wrestling and once wrote a magnum opus on “The Dougie.” Yet I’ve never been compelled to write about my experiences dating White women (or any women for that matter). For those interested or for those who haven’t read the many (many) agonizing articles about the process, here goes my analysis based on the handful of White women I dated: White women are women.

The relationships weren’t great mostly because my dating history is full of bad experiences.

There were awkward moments based on race and cultural differences (one ex’s cousin liked using the N-word and I’m sure another ex was just acting out some weird Mandingo fetish thing).

But I definitely wouldn’t say my experiences dating White women created stories that were vastly more awkward or uncomfortable than the stories I have about dating any other women. There’s no way I could find a thousand words to write about what dating a White woman did to my soul or what it meant for me as a Black man to date White women.

Although my guess hit the mark, when my friend told me his wife was indeed Caucasian, I felt my spirit...wince. African people worldwide are known to be welcoming and open-minded.