White guy beat up for dating black girl
I saw all these people already and they saw me, and now here we are–nowhere. I was annoyed that I, and other beautiful black women in the joint, were essentially dateless.
I was annoyed that none of the guys there thought to even by me a drink or even be friendly.
She gets hit on constantly by men, however, white men, who she is most attracted to, rarely ever approach her, hit on her.
Every now and then she'll make the first move, but what girl doesn't want a handsome man to charm her socks off?
It’s early, so we do a quick lap around the venue to scope the scene and make sure we’ve seen everyone who was there at the time.
Win.” So I slip on a cute summer date dress (something that’s chic enough to wear to win, but can easily convert into a casually flirty look for after work).
Lipstick poppin’, hair in check, I am feeling–and looking–fierce (if I must say so myself).
I found it interesting to hear this coming from a guy (in my experience, men are often the overwhelming minority in a scene like this–leaving their options pretty abundant).
I chatted a bit with them until a guy (to my estimation around his mid 50s or so) approached me.
Though, in hindsight, maybe these kinds of bottleneck situations aren’t the best way to meet someone special.