equal opportunity

I'm an equal opportunity dater...well, excluding women. I prefer men that look like me, but the majority of the men that holla at me here in VA have been white. They have been white but more "down" than me, if that makes any sense. I keep hearing my friends say that they wouldn't consider dating white men b/c they would wonder if these men are dating them just b/c they are black, or to fulfill some fantasy, or whatever else. Maybe I'm too naive but I don't think about that...seeing as how I have been many a notch on a black man's belt when I was young and dumb. A man with bad intentions is a man with bad intentions...be he white, black, red, purple, or blue. I'd like to believe that I'm mature enough to detect them and strong enough to ignore them. Again, I do have a preference for black men. In fact, I have a preference for tall, pretty, black men, with a slim build but Santa doesn't always come through. I usually find that I am drawn to men with a comparable sense of humor to mine and don't really notice that they're not too tall (like that matters when I'm 5'3" on a good day), not El De.barge, are melanin challenged, or has a six pack (in their fridge only).

I recently made the decision that I need to be serious about not entertaining yet another white man, News Guy. I think that I have been drawn in by the fact that he's a news reporter and its funny to see the change in his personality without a camera around. He has been exciting, to say the least, but I already know that we're on 2 different pages. It has become a battle of who's going to leap to the other person's page first...and I have been feeling weak. I need to go in hiding just in case he notices the glitch in my Ma.trix.

Tonight, I went out to a bday dinner for a g/f. I sat next to this Asian dude, who reminded me of this guy that I used to go to school with. At first, I was thinking that he was kinda cute...I moreso noticed that he was kinda fine. We had our little side convos and shared some food. I had my baby J with me, so this dude kept checking on him. I mean, he was a real sweetheart. Too bad that I don't remember this guy's name but he kept trying to make sure that he had my last name right. Mayne, I am highly googlable...ain't no mistaking me. The only thing that anyone can probably confirm on the web is where I went to school, but still...lol. Peeps were going around the table trying to add each other to face.book and I think that I'm supposed to look him up. Maybe I will, b/c methinks that he may be a little too young for me to be attracted to him.

On second thought, I may just need my cot and my blanket, b/c I have apparently grown weary of ever being approached by QUALITY black men. Rufus and 'em don't count.