White Guy Reminisces About His Experience Dating a Black Woman
Oct 31st, 2007 by admin
I stumbled upon this blog posting from Roissy in DC. Very…interesting. Can you say objectification?
:: My first dating experience years ago with a black girl was a positive one. She was really cute with a penchant for wearing stiletto heels and a habit of flaky behavior that I found endearing. I remember the reactions we got walking down the street together holding hands. Most people let their glances linger a fraction of a second longer than they otherwise would have. In hindsight, I understood why this might’ve created some curiosity in people; a white man with a black woman is one of the rarer combos. Onlookers naturally want to figure out what’s bringing us two together, so they examine us for clues, maybe like matching shoes or to see if I was acting black or she was acting white.
I don’t give these things too much thought when I’m out with a girl of another race because I like to throw all my mental energy into enjoying the woman rather than overanalyzing the societal implications of our pairing.
But while we were dating some things did catch my attention. The black guys we passed on the sidewalk stared at us longer than other people did and made Hmm mm damn sounds which I can only describe as a mixture of disapproval and respect.
The black women we walked by, on the other hand, had a much stronger reaction. Curious and aroused, they eye loved me like I was the filet mignon of manmeat. I think I could have given every one of them an open invitation to join me and my date later in the evening for a night of 50 on 1 group sex that would have qualified for the Gold Edition Penthouse Forum.
I recall the sex pretty vividly because she was exotic new territory for me. I’ll admit I was intimidated when we started banging because I figured most of her experience was with black guys and their huge schlongs. She climbed on top and a wave of relief swept over me when I hit her cervical wall. I was big enough for her.
This next part I’m about to describe is a little racy, so those with small children may want to cover their kids’ eyes with their hands. After a while we barebacked raw dogged it (thanks, roosh) and the money shots were incredibly stimulating for me. I loved how aesthetically pleasing was the contrast between the white jizz and the black skin. Like modern art, the geometric arrangement and bold ejaculatory strokes set against the dark canvas of her smooth skin prompted me to admire my handiwork like I was pausing in front of a particularly abstruse painting in a museum to contemplate its majesty. Plus, it made finding the mess easier for cleanup.
We drifted apart quickly, but it was the age difference — or maybe my poor bump and grinding dancefloor skills – not the race difference, that was primarily responsible. Though in thinking about it, I wonder if we had stayed together the racial differences wouldn’t’ve intruded at some point. We didn’t date long enough for any “race issues” to potentially become a factor. Nevertheless, I have fond memories. Actually, I have fond memories from almost every girl I’ve let into my life.
Except the lawyers. *shudder*
What do you think Sistas? My boy Johnathan said…”I’m sure it is flattering to know that a man’s memory of u can be whittled down to the contrast of semen on skin.” Dayum
…”I’m sure it is flattering to know that a man’s memory of u can be whittled down to the contrast of semen on skin.”
That says it all for me.
^^^yea, that was a bit much. lol. But some things are more significant to certain people, right?
Umm, yeah. Either this guy is crazy, or he has a huge ego problem. I just can’t see every sistah that saw them together ogling him like he was God’s gift to black women just because he gave a black woman the time of day. Black women are beautiful and way more white and other men would love to have us than they are willing to admit. I’m sure that that lady and myself are not the only black women that have been approached by men of other races. I just don’t jump at the opportunity. I am not racist at all. I just don’t like it when people feel that we should be flattered or grateful that men of other races find us beautiful.
This is why I always say when people in interracial relationships are crying about ‘dirty’ looks, I then state that they must have been looking for that type of behavior. Trust me. If you were that happy about you and your partner you wouldn’t even notice ‘nasty’ glares or comments. The man in the article was obviously looking for the negative and positive behavior from people, because it gave his ego a boost. He also seems to like living out a fantasy and the women he dated were dumb enough to go along with it. Not me, and I don’t see how being approached by men delusional enough to think black women will fufill their every sexual desire a compliment. You are not doing me any favors when you state you’ve dated black women before. Believe me I do have a cookie and a glass of milk waiting for you as your reward, since you’ve tried so hard to show me how open-minded you are *rolls eyes*.