Date night with a….

“Que paso con su ponchito?”

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…

Carmen Jones