The other night, I happened to be talking to a Couple Friends (two people who form a joint friend) about the nature of inter-racial attractions (White Man/Asian Woman, etc.) when I noted that I have several white female friends of mine who have confided in me that they find themselves attracted to black men and vice-versa.
“Do you want to be with a black guy?” said the Guy Part Of The Couple.
“Well, that’s not the point…”
“Why are you blushing?”
Hmmm…I don’t know. Maybe because I’ve gone down a road of no return. There’s no way out of that one. If I say I don’t want to be with a black man, I sound racist. If I say I do want to be with a Black Man, I sound really racist.
Like my friend, Jim says, “No woman likes to hear that a man likes Asian girls.” Who wants to be liked for their racial affiliation? Not me.
I could resort to the old, “I am open to all possibilities?” but anyone who really knows me, understands that it takes a metaphorical jack hammer to get through the crust of my self-imposed prison of ice. (Except for my blog, in which I can push the envelope of inappropriate over-sharing).
Can we talk about something else?
Just for today, I can blog about my conversations.