Rack City Bitch Rack Rack City Bitch!

The last night of Spring Break I had the most amazing night of my entire life. My favorite rapper in the entire world Tyga was on tour and me and my best friend went to go see him perform near the Staples Center in downtown LA. We decided it would be the perfect place to go search for our future husbands.  Yeah I know sounds like a great idea right? Of course there would be so many men looking to settle down at a crazy rap concert. But who are we kidding we are nowhere near settling down, so maybe we  weren't looking for husbands there. We were just going to see our man Tyga, who we both are obsessed with.

LA is a very small world. This guy that I used to talk to is now the personal stylist and designer for Tyga. He is now rich and famous, partying all over the world, and popping bottles with people like Chris Brown and other rappers. So of course the groupie that I am, I had to get back in touch with this guy so that I could meet Tyga! I found his twitter and his Instagram and sent him a tweet but he never answered. I'm sure he has so many girls from our high school now trying to get a hold of him. He was a loser in high school and now hes rich and famous! But that's always how it is right?

I was getting drinks at the concert before it started and I randomly run into him walking around by the bar area. His outfit was insane. It must have been like a 1000 dollar outfit. It was crazy. I was like David! He gave me a hug and we started talking, and I was like hey... you should bring me and my home girl closer up to the stage to better seats... and he was like I'll be right back... Well if you can guess what happened next, he never came back. I was shot down! Ha. I'm Hayley though I don't get shot down by men. I guess he is just too cool for school now. Oh well.Fuck him.

I alluded a song lyric on facebook going something like this

"I got a bad ass bitch just bouncing on my dick... bouncing on my dick!"

So if you were confused about that status it was referring to the concert and one of the best nights of my life. It completed my spring break.
Such great lyrics, so poetic its probably one of the greatest songs ever written. Here is why I love Tyga so much :

falling in love?

I am apologizing to my dedicated readers for not updating my blog in a few weeks. I don’t really know why I haven’t. It might be partially because I decided to take my spring break early, and not really go to any classes the week before we got out for break. I also was really sick during that whole week. Is it cheesy to say that I fell in love over spring break? For me it is, because I don’t fall in love, and I don’t have usually have feelings for guys. If you know me you know I like to just keep my guard up, and have fun with no feelings attached whatsoever. I had the mentality if guys can be players why can’t I?

But everything changed when I went home for break. Remember how I told you that I was going to San Fransisco for my best friends birthday? Well it all started that weekend.  My best friend from LA also drove up and met us in the city with her four co workers. She had sort of hooked up wit one of them, and when I saw his Facebook I didn’t think he was that cute so I really wasn’t that interested.  I figured it was off limits. I later found out it wasn't off limits in fact my best friend was urging me to start seeing him. She thought together we looked like the best couple.


Of course the last two weeks before break I really could not get him our of my head. Then when I went home for break I was l literally with him the entire break. I had finally met a black guy that was different. It wasn't just something sexual and it wasn't just about "swag" and looks but i  loved his personality. He treats me right and treats me how i am supposed to be treated. FINALLY. He has a good job, and nice Mercedes, not that those things matter. But money does help. I cant deal with the whole EBT card well fare bullshit anymore. This was refreshing. He took me out every night and we partied together, and always bought me all my drinks. Which is the best. An all around just good person to go out with and have fun with. He liked hanging out with my friends, and I love his friends as well.

There's just one problem.... He's an ex Blood which is a gang for those of you who don't know. Hes completely tattooed from head to toe. My dad met him the other day at our house in Beverly Hills and didn't even mind the tattoos! This is what I mean when I say "Beverly Hills Collides with the Hood." You never know who Hayley is going to meet. The whole gang thing kind of worries me though. Even though he's on the right track now, there's always that chance that he could end up going back. I had a friend from San Luis Obispo today ask me what color bloods wear. Blue or Red?  Um is that a joke? It's really time for me to get out of Sonoma and back to the motherland.

The difference between LA and the BAY

Okay so today I had no idea what to talk about, I was thinking to myself god my life is boring, and then I was like wait a minute my life is never boring. This weekend my friend came up from Santa Cruz to visit me and we went wine tasting and felt really classy, however they re weren't enough black people in Healdsberg so we were like fuck this and we left. No not really. We got drunk for free at my friends tasting room and then went home. That night we decided to go to the bars in Petaluma which were actually really fun. I had my doubts until I found like 10 black guys standing in the corner of the bar. Apparently there's a large Haitian population in the area. These guys were hot! And one was a massage therapist. Wow that reminds me, I totally forgot that apparently i agreed to a date with him tomorrow night so we shall see how it goes. Nothing too else exciting happened that night except for meeting a few other black guys here and there at the bar.
Now the bay area black guys are indeed different from the ones in LA. I'm sorry but its true. The ones up here don't have enough swag. If they do got swag its just a little off. The ones i found on Saturday however do have it, and I was impressed. They were wearing the right outfits, coordinated outfits and shoes which is always a plus. If you don't have the right outfits hats and shoes, and nice tattoos, its a deal breaker. Sorry but that's life. Why should girls spend all this time wearing cute outfits and guys don't? Nope, guys have to almost be more well dressed than I am. I don't understand how cute girls can date guys that dress bad. It's so weird. I'm running out of time here because class is starting soon and I don't want chip to yell at me. I will continue this topic in a little bit.
This weekend I am going to the city clubbing for my best friends birthday who goes to UC Santa Cruz! So I'm sure my readers will have plenty of juicy stories to read about black men next week. Until then I'm out. Have a great week y'all and keep it black

Are white boys threatened?

 

 I really don’t know what to write about today, I left all of my ideas at home and hear I am sitting in the library on this rainy day hoping all my black thoughts will come to me soon. Thanks to the help of Mike I found a really interesting article about interracial dating and marriage. It is widely popular than ever, and the rate of interracial marriages just keeps going up. Since I don't have my good stories today I will simply tell you what annoys me because that's the kind of mood I'm in. What annoys me is when people that aren't black think its weird that I have dated so many black guys. Their eyes look they re going to pop out of their head at any moment. Its really not that that rare,  and here's proof to show it:

 http://shine.yahoo.com/love-sex/interracial-marriage-hits-time-high-215600573.html


My actual first real true love was not even black he was a nice Mexican boy from Santa Monica. He was the only person that Ive actually been in love with. We were dating on and off for a long time even after high school ended and I went away to college. We still talk to this day. That's probably been a problem, because we never actually cut it off since we have been broken up. He's always been in my life. For some reason dating black guys leads to the assumption that a girl is going to be more promiscuous. In high school before me and him started dating I was a lot different than I am now. I didn't sleep with guys I was virgin, shoot I didn't even really talk to guys. Lets just say I was a late bloomer. People cant even believe I'm the say person but that's beside the point. My ex was on the football team, and when he told them I was a virgin. They told him I was lying to him.

"Dude there is no way that girl is a virgin, she talks to black guys."

I still remember the exact quote they said perfectly to this day. I was so mad. I was automatically a whore because yeah I was talking to black guys (because that's when i first discovered them) but I wasn't even doing anything. That made me so mad and irritated.

I feel like even now white guys just look at me weird and go oh... you re that girl? (and think HOE to themselves). Or maybe they feel threatened my black guys because black guys are just on a larger scale in a lot of areas, yes  you know what I'm talking about readers. Well I guess Ill never know. But for now Ill keep doing me and not really giving a fuck what anyone thinks,

How do you just cut someone out of your life?

I know I was supposed to be talking about that second date, but something that relates more to this blog happened to me this weekend that I’m sure   you will find entertaining. After all you guys probably hear about enough white people, as it is so let’s start spicing it up a little. I think y’all are ready. So remember how I mentioned something about going to Richmond? Well I sort of took a trip down there this weekend.

About a year ago, my friend who goes to SSU who is from Berkeley introduced me to this best friend Charles from elementary school who lives in Richmond. Now if you have never been to Richmond or never been to a “hood” I suggest you get a little culture in your life and check it out. A hood is the only place where you can see a church and a crack house on the same block. Yes I was spending my weekends a few houses down from a crack house.

Charles and I soon become really close, and I started going down there regularly to see him. He is a really good person and we had a really good connection right away, he just couldn’t do anything for me. He currently is on welfare, and while he is in school, everyday is a struggle for him. I am the least materialistic person; money does not matter to me, but it was getting to the point to where we could never go out and do anything because he had no money. All he wanted to do was kick it at home and smoke blunts.

Now don’t get me wrong that’s fun for a while, and then it just gets boring.

I loved being with him and spending time down there but everyday I felt guilty for everything that I had in my life. I felt guilty for having parents that support me and help me pay for things and give me money regularly to get through college. I would just get so sad down there. His parents however are missing in action and his mother is a drug addict who lives with a guy that keeps her from seeing Charles and takes the money that Charles gives to her for drugs. Talk about a lifetime movie right? He would tell me all these problems, and I felt so helpless because I could not do anything to help him. I also felt bad because there was no way I could relate to his problems. The only thing I could do was be there for him.

My new years resolution was to stay celibate and cut it off with Charles. I am a beautiful person and I deserve to be treated like a queen. I shouldn’t be hanging out in this dirty house. I mean shit his room doesn’t even have a freakin door on it!  He uses a mattress as a door. This resolution it is clearly is not working out too well. I don’t know why I went down there again I guess I missed him and it was good to see him but it’s just bad for my health. It just like a drug that I cant cut the habit of and I don’t know how I’m going to. I probably wont be able to until I meet someone that sweeps me off my feet.

I’m sure we’ll be hearing some more about Charles in this blog in the future….

Happy Valentines Day!

What better day to talk about sex, love and dating then on Valentines Day. I am not one of those bitter girls walking around moping, I love being single and I embrace it. Because after all if I wasn't single I would not be able to write this blog and be able to inform readers all across the world wide web about dating black men. 

Today's entry is a little different however. I thought I would start off with stuff a little less black and stick to stuff that most of my fellow Sonoma piers know: dating white boys. It is indeed ironic that right after I had the idea for this blog, I went on two dates with two different white boys. Now some people would say wow how awesome! No it was not awesome it was more like hours and hours of torture.

Why did I do it you might ask? Well my new years resolution was to step out of my comfort zone and try new things. It was also to try and date guys that treat me better and actually take me out on nice dates. But after going out on these two dates I have come to the decision that Ill stick to what I know for now. Its best to not try and seek out what you think is the right thing to do, but go with what you are attracted to, and some day the right person will come along. I need the best of both worlds. I am looking for a black guy that’s somewhat rich, dresses nice, can take me out on nice dates, and is nice and respectful. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is, because the guys that are willing to do this are just push over’s, or they’re just your typical college douche bags. (All of my guy friends are going to hate me for writing this. I love you guys! Don't hate me.)

The first white boy date of my life was horrible. He was a former student at SSU so I thought all right why not; he’s most likely a serial killer or anything. Within twenty minutes he decides to ask me how many guys I had slept with during my life.

“What’s your number?” he says with a big giddy smile.

I’m thinking to myself, what? Why was he asking for my cell phone number? Then I realize what he meant. And I think to myself, you have to be fucking kidding me right now. Is this for real?

The night when on for far too long, with more dumb questions and more bragging about how much money he makes at his manager job at Enterprise Rent-A- Car. I really could care less how much this guy makes at his lame job renting out shitty cars to people.

At the end of the date he asked if I wanted to watch a movie at his house. Who the hell would watch a movie at a strange guys house on a first date? Not me.  He got kind of pissed that I wouldn’t kiss him and I politely said that I don’t kiss on the first date. I then drove off wondering why I had ever had the idea of “stepping out of my comfort zone.” Up next: white boy date number 2.

Preface

So after searching for an interesting topic for my blog, I have finally come to one. I was thinking about doing a food blog but I felt like I could never compete with the blog entries of "Julie and Julia." There is just no comparison to hers. I then came up with a brilliant beyond brilliant idea.

Here I am a senior at Sonoma State University, one of the whitest cal state universities and I Hayley Marx have dated mostly black guys during my entire dating career. You’re probably thinking damn this girl is definitely at the wrong school! Yeah I soon realized that when I get here a few years ago but I am making the best of it. I have figured out how to deal with the problem of diversity like taking weekend trips to Richmond, California. (We’ll get to that part later.) Now one might ask how a nice Jewish girl from Beverly Hills, California ends up like this. I really have no idea and I have been asking myself this question since I was sixteen around the time it started.

             At first I thought yeah this is just a phase it will surely go away soon, but nope it still hasn't. After seven years it is still growing strong. I figured this blog would be away for me to tell the entire tale of how it started and recreate those moments for myself, and readers out there as well.  I will explore the good and the bad times in me dating black men. This topic sometimes makes my fellow piers uncomfortable, especially the guys I know. It always seems to be the talk of the town when I am out at a party or hanging out in a group of friends. I hope to seek the answers to why this seems so funny to people. I am hoping that by them reading this blog it will get them to feel a little more comfortable with the idea of it As much as it will be something fun and entertaining to read, I hope readers will gain more of a racial understanding and awareness.  I have been really excited to do this but am a little scared since I will be sharing such personal stories with all of the readers out there. Well, here goes nothing….