This is a true story.
So I’m in this lounge two days ago with my homeboys, sitting at the bar, waiting for my cup of Long Island Iced Tea to be handed to me, when someone pulls my pocket square out of the pocket on my Sport Coat. I turn to my right, and to my surprise, there’s a slim, red-headed White Woman holding it in her hand, with a look of flirtatious shock on her face, something like “I have your pocket square! Haberdash my ass…na nana boo boo!”
Anyway! I was surprised. I honestly didn’t know what to think, but here’s what ran through my head:
Hmm, we’re in a lounge. She must be drunk…
Hmmm, she must be into Black Men…
Hmmmm, she’s drunk. Annnnd she’s into Black Men.
Either way, I said just about nothing, but, “You must not want me to go home tonight,”
-Pause.
Now, up to this point, I’d never thought about even flirting with a White Woman, and I never have. Not that I have anything against them, but, they just aren’t my personal preference. So, that line, as corny as it may (or may not be) was all that I could muster!
She said nothing back, so I figured she must be drunk. And she was just screwing with me.
-Play
I turned to my homeboys and said “I don’t believe she did that! But seriously, I have no experience with these Women. If she were Black, I’d have seriously gone in for the kill! At least leaving with the digits. But here, I saw nothing to run after. Simply put, I generally had no interest in this lady, no matter that she was drunk, (probably) and may have liked Black Men.
This was how I discovered that I have a true disinterest in White Women. Every guy knows that interest from a Woman is going to be attacked, but for some reason, my mind said “Repel!” Even after she pulled the square out a second time!
And so I did, walking over to a seat on the other side of the lounge to chill and sip.
Now, if that Woman was dark, I’d be writing a different post. Or better yet, not writing a post at all…
Words by Diamond Bradley.
