By Lucia V. Smith
I always wondered what it would be like to date a white guy.
No, seriously, I have. It’s not like I wouldn’t do it. I’m a liberally minded chick, who loves diversity, and can kick it with any guy any day. Not to say that I don’t have my preferences (tall…check, dark…check…, handsome…check), but I’m open. I am.
I just don’t know what it takes to get a white boy to like me. Whenever I hang out with my non-black friends, I get asked that question a lot. As they sit and tell me how they think Brad Pitt is so hot and how I need to see Chad White with his shirt off, I smile weakly, offering up a giggle every now and then, and prepare myself for a night where I get no game. And then one of my girls will ask, “Would you ever date a white guy?”
And I’d respond, “Yes.” If they would just freakin’ approach me!
I noticed something about white men and black women. Now, I ain’t knockin’ anybody’s lemonade, because I’m a fan for interracial relationships and some couples just make it work. BUT me. I’ve learned lessons from Billy always passing me the ball during fourth grade recess and Kyle attempting to run his fingers through my hair during high school biology class. Attending a big ol’ predominately white public school in the South didn’t help either. But all these instances taught me one thing.
That I can be your play thing, but nothing more.
They think I’m cute, yes. For a black girl.
They think I dress nice, yes. For a black girl.
And they dream there fantasies away about us black girls, how exotic it must be. Maybe thinking the same thoughts that those old craggy headed plantation owners used to do before the Emancipation Proclamation. Okay, I’m taking it too far. But I’m just keeping it real. And I’m not going to toss all the cup of tea on them. Because as much as I tell people that, yes, I would date a white man, everyone knows there are few things that are going to get me out of my chair and take me out of my comfort zone. So shoot. We both to blame.
But if a white guy would just approach me for something more than some midnight fun or to play the role of their “girlfriend” which their real girlfriend finds flirtatious and cute and never feels bothered by, then maybe I’d actually be able to expand my horizons a bit.
But as a young colored girl, I’ve always wondered. What’s it like to date a white guy?
I know someone’s got the answer.