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.