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I am a black women who grew up (as in, from age 2 through leaving for college at 18) in a overwhelmingly white suburb in Connecticut. Despite having major aspects of culture in common with my white peers as a result of our growing up in the same location, going to the same schools, having the same hobbies/activities and being at the same class level, no one was remotely interested in dating me. I always had a number close male friends, but I was never the one asked to the dance (even as friends) or even *to dance*, or told that some guy thought I was cute, or that some guy “liked-liked” me. I watched all my white female friends have these experiences, while I did not.
I didn’t completely buy into the idea of my experiences being a result of my race until I went to college. My undergrad university was in a major metropolitan city, and the city and the university were both diverse, and seemed to have a number of open-minded people. I could go on about this forever and provide a lot of details, but suffice it to say that this was the first time in my life in which I noticed men finding me attractive. If the differences were few and/or subtle, I’d say it was a fluke, or that I had simply been oblivious to guy’s attentions before, but that isn’t the case, and remains so. (I was cuter when I was younger) I also notice that men have a similar reaction to me in other progressive locations, but that I still get the cold–or rather, disinterested–shoulder where I grew up, as well as in other predominantly white suburbs.
I’ve met other black women who grew up in similar towns, and they’ve shared similar experiences, as have other black women who ended up on educational and/or professional tracks where there are few people of color and/or people don’t seem comfortable with interracial dating.
I feel very fortunate to have lived in place where I was considered attractive, and even more fortunate to be married to a wonderful man who makes me feel beautiful.
October 9, 2009 at 4:30 pm
Nightrocket says:
Are You Single And Lonely? Here Are 5 Steps For Overcoming Loneliness
Is Your Family Still Friends with Your Ex?
How to Break a Single Streak
10 Creative Ways To Break Up With Your Boyfriend Or Girlfriend
Top 5 Signs That Your First Date is NOT Going Well
5 Ways Your Friends Could Be Keeping You Single
What Not To Say to a Single Girl
What are the Disadvantages of Being Single?
How to Meet a Good Man in a Bar
I am a black women who grew up (as in, from age 2 through leaving for college at 18) in a overwhelmingly white suburb in Connecticut. Despite having major aspects of culture in common with my white peers as a result of our growing up in the same location, going to the same schools, having the same hobbies/activities and being at the same class level, no one was remotely interested in dating me. I always had a number close male friends, but I was never the one asked to the dance (even as friends) or even *to dance*, or told that some guy thought I was cute, or that some guy “liked-liked” me. I watched all my white female friends have these experiences, while I did not.
I didn’t completely buy into the idea of my experiences being a result of my race until I went to college. My undergrad university was in a major metropolitan city, and the city and the university were both diverse, and seemed to have a number of open-minded people. I could go on about this forever and provide a lot of details, but suffice it to say that this was the first time in my life in which I noticed men finding me attractive. If the differences were few and/or subtle, I’d say it was a fluke, or that I had simply been oblivious to guy’s attentions before, but that isn’t the case, and remains so. (I was cuter when I was younger) I also notice that men have a similar reaction to me in other progressive locations, but that I still get the cold–or rather, disinterested–shoulder where I grew up, as well as in other predominantly white suburbs.
I’ve met other black women who grew up in similar towns, and they’ve shared similar experiences, as have other black women who ended up on educational and/or professional tracks where there are few people of color and/or people don’t seem comfortable with interracial dating.
I feel very fortunate to have lived in place where I was considered attractive, and even more fortunate to be married to a wonderful man who makes me feel beautiful.
October 9, 2009 at 4:30 pm
Nightrocket says: