Tuesday, May 26, 2015

I lied.

So I'm standing in line at the grocery store, and I see this gorgeous black woman in line behind me. She appears to be in my preferred age group,  I establish eye contact. I smile and say hi. She says:
"Don't even think about it. I am not interested,"
I said, "I know you're not interested."  She said, "How do you know?"
I said, "Because you're a black woman in Oregon. Black women here go for white men."
She said," That's a broad generalization."
I said, " I know about 9 black women here. They all either date or are married to, white men. And my 4 black male friends here- they all date or are married to white women."
She said, "I do like white men, but why did you smile at me and say hi?"
I said, " I was just saying hi. That's all."

That wasn't all. I lied.
I was hoping she was one of the rare black women here  in Oregon that's interested in black men.

Monday, February 16, 2015

I was wrong


I thought u was cool.

That’s the bottom line.

I thought u was cool.

The laughter,

The hellos in passing that turned into conversations

Days after weeks after months.

I thought u was cool.

You would see me from the other side of the cardio  station and get on the stationary bike next to me,

One of very people on this earth who actually pronounced my name correctly every time.


I thought u was cool.

I looked forward to seeing you

When I finally asked for your number

You didn’t hesitate.

You grabbed my phone and put your contact information in it,

And asked me to call the number

And your phone rang,

And you added my name to the number.


I thought u was cool.

And when I called the next day I had to leave a voicemail

And weeks later you still haven’t returned my call.

I thought u was cool.
but I was wrong.
I see you at the gym every day
& now you don’t see me from the other side of the cardio station anymore.
I thought u was cool.
I thought wrong.
I almost hate having asked for your number;
That was when the coolness ended.

Monday, January 19, 2015


The right woman will offer to help you clean up after you've cooked her a fabulous dinner. The wrong woman will eat and then leave. If she even shows up.

Sunday, January 11, 2015


I had a date friday evening.  Someone I met on Match.com. We chatted for a few days and talked on the phone before deciding to meet. It was just for a drink,  something simple.

It was a waste of time.  I realized that we were both not what we were looking for, and I got up and left.

She said that she doesn't normally date black men but I seemed nice and we had a lot in common. She also said she doesn't date men as thick as me.  She also said she was a Republican and hated everything President Obama stood for. We had a very heated discussion about the president- her critiquing everything he does and my defending everything he does. She said that whoever she gets serious with would need to convert to Mormonism. She also said she doesn't respect anyone who ate anything that had a mother.

Religion and Politics were something that never came up in conversation before.  That she couldn't respect anyone that ate meat? I knew this train was going no where fast, and I jumped off right thenm and I went home.