I’ll admit, I loved the courageous feeling of being a black woman and dating outside of my race. It was new, daring, and rebellious for all of .25 seconds because it’s definitely the norm now.
I live in Greensboro, NC. The South. Home of the black woman and white man relationship demographic. Could it be that I live downtown and that’s why I see so many of us? We are at every turn. My next door neighbors moved in and guess what? Black woman, white man.
It could be that black women are breaking the tradition of only dating black men because there aren’t enough opportunities to commit within one. I don’t know the sociology. I’m only speaking from experience. It makes me laugh. It gives me confidence. There’s a special kinship there when I meet eyes with another black woman who is out and about with her man of a different race. I get it. It’s not a fetish. It’s not a weird preference. She’s a woman who is allowing herself to be loved to the fullest by someone who adores her.
Most of us attempted dating within our ethnicity. I tried and commitment was fleeting. So I made the decision to be available to love, no matter what ethnicity. Girl, my whole world opened up.
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