I haven’t blogged in a while.
I sometimes get into these ruts where my desire to write
gets stuffed, cuz I feel most folks don’t’ give a flying diarrhea what I have
to say.
Now I have done some writing…I published my 2nd
book (shameless plug here), and first for kids, “Cluck The Undercover Chicken.” I’ve sold, oh, 10 copies in the 3 weeks it
has been out. It’s on Amazon all over
the world in paperback and kindle. (OK,
End of plug).
What has caused me to post for the first time in nearly a
year is an old memory brought up while I was at work.
There is this tall lanky kid who I sit next to who’ll I’ll
call BieberTallWithoutDaDrugs. Smooth
with the ladies, but recently got his heart broken by some short chick with a
bad perm.
Anywho, all the ladies dig him at work…especially the women
of color. While in this day and age this
shouldn’t be a big deal to me or anyone else, it reminded me of my college
days, where I chased Caucasian women like a lion chased deer. Now I’d always
heard (as ridiculous as it sounded) that white women where more sexually
adventurous than black women, and that fascinated me.
This of course, in hindsight, was pretty funny to me, as
that at the time my experiences in the arena was not as expansive as they are
now…ok, wait, y’all didn’t need to read that…let’s move on!
Anywho, I had no success in that arena at all, besides an
occasional drunk make out session with one of two partners (and a summertime
romance that ended up derailing a lot of my hopes and dreams). We won’t even talk about my massive
strikeouts with the ladies of color, who looked at me as the 200Lb version of
Carlton from the “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.”
I don’t know why this came back to me some near 25 years later, but it
amuses me how much things have changed…yet in a lot of way, it hasn’t.
Every day the ladies of color I work with would muss with BieberTallWithoutDaDrugs’
hair, and he would try to play the role of the stereotypical pimp, enjoying the
attention and feeling like he was in control.
Even though I am happily married, I always got a smidge jealous, which
probably explains why the memory of a time long ago popped in my head.
Back in my day (god it hurts to say that), a black woman wouldn’t
have given BieberTallWithoutDaDrugs the time of day. And don’t get me wrong, he’s a great kid
(when you are almost 20 years older than someone, you can call them a
kid). But now, well, it is sort of cool
that folks can just look at each other and say “hey, don’t care if you are so
pale the mortician couldn’t tell the difference.”
Problem is, only a small sample see that.
There is a stomach virus going around my city right
now. Just like that, wouldn’t’ be nice
if the good things was viral instead of the bad?
Well, I guess, just like my luck with white women, that is
just as big of a longshot.
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