Everyone always assumes that I would only date one type of a guy: black athlete, but you’re WRONG.
I’ve been going that route because that’s who I thought only liked me. Now, I can’t speak for all of the white guys in the world or all black girls in the world, but I spend a lot of time being generalized so for blog purposes I’ll do the same.
I grew up in one of the seventeen cities in the United States named Rochester (Wikipedia, 2015).
My dads side of the family would say things to me like, “you’re wearing your hair wet like a white girl” – mind you I have curly hair that has to be wet in order to curl.
After deciding to enroll at Towson University, friends of mine joked about me going to “the hood” and the violence in the Baltimore area, but I was never worried.
Fitting into this lifestyle felt more natural to me than living in Rochester ever did.
But honestly, I still I never saw color or understood what those comments meant.
When it came to my friends, I just saw who I connected with and who I had a bond with.
When it came to my actions, I just did whatever was comfortable for me.