Some of my friends just sit back and read about my dating dilemmas, while others try coming up with a fix.
So when my good friend Estelle asked during lunch “What’s up with my man”, then suggested I finally step out of the dating box and go out with the Hispanic guy, I said sure.
This one has reached out to me twice before, but each time I dropped off. While it’s no secret that I’ve dating nothing but black men, that wasn’t the reason why he never made it past past a telephone call or two.
No specific reason, just never piqued my interest so on a whim here I am waiting to meet him. It’ll be interesting to see if he’s true to his roots or if he’s a watered down version of a black man.
Does it matter that he picked one of the most popular places in the South Bay frequented by the brothas? :
Well…here goes nothing.
Until there’s a cure…