YASSS GURL! Turning 46 tomorrow and JUST recently tried the OK Cupid. NEVER AGAIN. I live in Oregon which is only 1% Black to begin with. I broadened my horizons and STILL NO. *sigh*
THIS PART THOUGH: I am a relic from a forgotten era: a time in which men asked for your phone number, called you and you talked for hours, having mentally stimulating conversations about life, music politics and all kinds of deliciousness. <– WTF IS UP WITH THE REFUSAL OF GROWN ASS MEN NOT WANTING TO VERBALLY COMMUNICATE???
Often on the social media, when discussions about the dating game comes up and how it truly sucks to be an African American single woman in your forties, marginally attractive black men are quick to chime with “You need to choose better or expand your circle.” Negro please. A lot of these niggas ain’t worth two dead flies and what is so pathetic is that these men know that already because these two bit niggas are their friends. But these dudes spend their time trying to convince women that it is our fault for not choosing this fabled, little seen creature who is allegedly in abundance but we are too choosy and like thugs to find one: The Proverbial Good Black Man.
I have an eclectic mix of black lady friends on the social media who expand from California to New York. From London to Barbados and all these ladies…
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