I am a white woman who dated only white men because that's what her family expected her to do. I had some major league crushes for black men and let them all go ignored for a long time.
Up until I was 22, I did the white man thing and to be honest with you, they never satisfied me. They were always looking out for themselves and made their woman secondary.
I started going to this one club on Friday nights with my girlfriends and it had a nice mix of men but I liked the idea that there were lots of black men. My best friend worried about me that I would pick one that was the stereotypical one that would take me for all I had and left me alone and pregnant with twins.
We met there after work on Friday for happy hour and usually stayed all night until closing. Like I said there was a nice variety of men there, but where I found my mind going was to this one bouncer at the club.
He was build like a bull; stood 6'4", close to 300 lbs. of muscle with a little bit of a belly. He shaved his head and had a pencil thin beard. He sported earrings in his ears and a pinky ring on his right hand. His smile would melt your heart, trust me. He was as dark as coal and the sexiest bedroom eyes you ever saw. I made sure we always sat where he was hanging out.
I always tried to time it that I would be the last in our group to arrive; you know to make my entrance and be noticed by Jim and it worked. He would greet me with a "Hello" and tell me where they were sitting. Once in a while he would tell me how nice I looked. I never noticed him telling any of the others that unless I tuned it out.
I would buy him a drink every week (or 2) and he would come by to thank me for it. One Friday I had a day from hell at work and couldn't wait to get there and drink. I got a ride into work so I had to wait for one of the girls to come by and pick me up. We arrived and he was there with a smile and a wink and I said hello to him and he said "Hello, looks like you had a rough day". I told him I did and we walked to the bar which by luck was where he was.
Telling my friend about my day; I wanted to quit my job and she told me not to. She told me to think about it and don't shoot myself in the foot or maybe I can talk to some people. I was just seeing red and I was upset. I ordered my JD and the others started to arrive. I went to the ladies room and past my friend and he stopped me. "What's wrong, you look very upset". "I've been having a hell of a time at work lately and today was the worst." He took me aside and told me that he has always wanted to talk with me and ask me out but didn't know if I was seeing anyone or if I would ever date a black guy. I told him that I wasn't seeing anyone and I would date a black guy as I find them to be attractive. I only had 1 drink but I did manage to tell him. "In fact, I've always wondered if you were involved with anyone and I find you attractive". He smile and he told me that when he was on his break later, if I could come by and talk with him and I said yes.
Getting back to the girls, I told my best friend that I would be meeting with Jim on his break to talk; he is going to ask me out and I'm going to go out with him.
We were all talking and soon the anger had lifted and the girls were a big help and Jim talking to me also helped. I saw Jim go to the booth towards the kitchen and that must mean he was on his break. I excused myself from the girls and headed to Jim. He offered to buy me something to eat and drink but I wasn't really hungry. He asked me to go out with him Saturday night and I accepted. I gave him my address and phone numbers and I told him to call me. He also gave me his information and I immediately stored it in my cell phone.
After his break, he kissed me and told me to take care of myself. I was so happy. When I got back to the girls, they said they were thinking of going dancing and I told them I wasn't up for it and would take a taxi home because the dance club was in the complete opposite direction from my condo. My best friend didn't want me to take a taxi and I insisted I would be fine.