I love dating in the dark
It doesn't need qualifiers like a grandmother from Barbados or a Spanish accent to be worthy.
African-American culture is as diverse and storied as those with a history from the islands.
So I grabbed my backpack from the chair it sat on, slung it over my back and opened the window. My mother, conscientious housewife that she was, had oiled it only yesterday. Shivering, I stood in the dark staring up at the stars. Whatever the reason for the cold was, it wasn't nice. But they all were one floor down in the big family wardrobe and I didn't want to risk going downstairs. Teeth chattering, I crossed my arms in front of my chest, to hold the warmth in. And I was about to do something that I had never ever done before. All that I knew about him made it clear to me that we two – we weren't meant for each other.
It was a cold, clear night, cold as they often were here in sunny California. Why couldn't my parents have moved into a new apartment building instead of this old monster with its squeaky floorboards and piece-of-junk elevators? I would have to reach the Golden Gate Park without a jacket, and without freezing, and without losing my way, and without my parents finding out and grounding me for the next fifty years. I stared at the glowing lights of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. He was too old, too foreign, too broke, too everything.
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I'd once asked Sandra why that was, and she said it was because there was little vegetation to store the warmth of the sun. All I would have to do is walk in that direction, and sooner or later, I would end up in the Golden Gate Park. Even I should be able to manage walking in a straight line. And the things I didn't know about him served only to support that fact.
Two college degrees ago, I approached all club nights with a very specific understanding: The guys were most likely going to go for my light-skinned friend all night.
It all tumbles out on the dance floor."I'm black" is usually my first answer when I'm asked, despite looking it, obviously."But you're so pretty though. " is usually what they counter with."North Carolina.""No, but what country are you from originally? This racial background interview conducted to the tunes of French Montana or some '90s throwback is annoying.
Countering with "but you're so pretty, you can't be" suggests that being attractive and also black American is impossible.