If you had asked me a year ago if I’d ever date a white dude, I’d say no with extreme confidence. Not because I’m racist (trust me I’m not) but because I simply never really took the time to consider it for myself. Today, that’s absolutely not the case. Like I say about everything, you can’t knock it until you try it right?
I’ve always seen white guys walk past me or on TV and think “hey, he’s cute” but I’ve never came even slightly close to dating one. Personally I always thought that I’m not the “type” that white men would be into, even those who are very much attracted to black women (while I’m writing this, I’m starting to think what does that even mean). I’m the girl with the extensions in her hair; bamboo earrings at least two pair in a figurative sense. I enjoy trap music, critiquing mixtape’s and get a kick out of watching videos of people milly rocking on social media. I’m not quite sure how many white men out there share these interests.
The white guy that I went on a date with is not American but has been living here for a little more than half of his life. When he first approached me to even ask me out, he asked me without really asking me if I’ve ever dated a white guy. Instead of avoiding the white elephant in the room, our conversation naturally turned into talking about why he’s attracted to black women. Granted that may not have been the most appropriate question to ask someone before you even get to the first date, but I guess I’m no Princess Diana.
Before I decided to take him up on his date offer, we had such incredible conversation as we tried to make the slow day pass by a little faster. He really held interesting conversation and I must admit we really did vibe. Even people on the outside looking in could see that (they were probably already marrying us in their heads). As much as I thought that we wouldn’t have anything in common we absolutely did and then some.
We went on a date to a casual restaurant where we got to converse more and get to know each other a little more. Nothing fancy, which was just fine by me. Less pressure and awkwardness for me to bare with.
All of my preconceived notions about how this date was going to go totally went out the window in a matter of minutes. There wasn’t one time that I felt like I couldn’t be myself talking to him or even reference something that I thought only a black person would understand and feel uncomfortable. We absolutely vibed the whole time, more than I have with the black men I’ve went on dates with recently. Not to mention, he was an absolute gentlemen and made a very nice second impression to match the first.
Going out with a white guy has really got me questioning if my prince charming will actually be tall, dark chocolate and handsome like I’ve always imagined. You know when you daydream about how your future husband would kind of sort of look like? Yeah, mine was always tall, extra dark (talking Idris Elba) and super handsome (Idris Elba 2.0) But who am I to say that GOD won’t send me a Brad Pitt?
If you to thought the way I did about dating outside your culture, I urge you to not judge a book by its cover. You don’t actually know what you like until you try some things first.