Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Some Cream For My Coffee, Please!
So my girl and her Polish dude were already there early. They stuck out like a sore thumb. My date wasn't expected to be there until near closing time. My other friend and her dude got there a little late and the bouncer wouldn't let her guy in because he had a T-shirt on. Yeah right! There were other black men in there dressed in T-shirts. Reverse discrimination anyone? Eventually we were able to butter him up and he let her friend in.
Finally, my date shows up but he was too afraid to enter the club by himself. [Insert rolling eyes here]. I met him around the corner and walked him in with no problems. Of course the bouncer was giving us the evil eye as we went in. I ordered him a gin and tonic (his favorite) and we chatted for a while. I felt the stares and whispers all around us. Earlier, I ran into a few female friends and I had been chilling with them and dancing with them prior to my date's arrival. Now, they were not as accommodating as they were earlier. Side glances galore!
So I decided I'd had enough and took my guy and we left. I walked him to the basement garage and we were trying to decide what to do next, but to be truthful, it had been about 6 weeks since I's gotten laid and all I wanted to do was fuck. We started some very serious tonsil hockey. The windows were already fogged up and I was ready. So like a soldier, I never travel without my gear. The condom was out and his cock [white guys love this word apparently] was hard. But for some reason, although he wanted to do it I think he was very uncomfortable with the impromptu sex. He appeared to be startled whenever a car passed. So, he just couldn't maintain an erection long enough to get it in. I guess I can say I went third base with him but didn't make it to the home plate.
I was pissed to say the least! Felt as if I wasted my frikking time! I don't know what I was expecting that night but I know I was at least expecting to get laid. He didn't even dance with me once as he claims he has two left feet. As it is right now I have no desire to be with him, or to see him again. He calls every now and then, but I ignore his calls. I could tell he was uncomfortable in that setting. I did not feel uncomfortable when I was out with him. But to think about it, black folks tend to be a lot less tolerant of interracial dating than white folks are. The way they eyed us (my girlfriends and I along with our dates), I am not so sure if I could handle the judgmental stares on a regular basis. Particularly with someone who is uncomfortable doing things I enjoy doing, like dancing to some Travis Porter. LOL! I think if I were to ever get my swirl on again it would have to be with a man who has a deep appreciation for my heritage, who makes me forget that he is from a different cultural background. Not a man who makes me feel awkward to be with him in a setting that is familiar to me.