Dating advice for blacks

The first time I had ever questioned my physical appearance was before I even began first grade.I was running around my house in a black one piece bathing suit and remember looking down at my stomach, thinking that it stuck out too much.

While some people smiled at us as we held hands in D. or walked side by side around the Inner Harbor, others just stared with disapproving eyes.Fitting into this lifestyle felt more natural to me than living in Rochester ever did.In Rochester everyone appeared to me as clones, walking down school halls clad in American Eagle apparel with Aroma Joe’s coffee cups in hand, but at TU everything clicked.As my luck with white men plummeted, I was inevitably pushed further towards black guys.I began attending parties where I was one of the few white people.

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