The guy did, in fact, have some kind of black girl fetish.
He kept touching my hair without my consent, was legitimately disappointed that I could not twerk, and called me “sassy” whenever I voiced an opinion that was different from his.
Imagine one day seeing your black queen with a cute pixie style.
At times, you've probably had to tell your man why a group of black men looked at him like he was their third-grade bully all grown up.
The stares won't stop and the judgments will be hard at times, but you have to remember there was a time when the two of you together was unfathomable.
There's a chance your man has never stepped foot in a hair shop, and you've probably never even been in the same parking lot as a Supercuts: That's life.
Now, let's throw in a small chat about touching hair: Just don't do it.
Black women, you already know jean or pant shopping only comes second to being damned to hell's inferno.
Like I mentioned earlier, we may not be living in outdated times anymore, but we haven't completely jumped ship from people's stalemate mindsets with regard to interracial dating.
The wingman walked up to me as his friend stood beside him and screamed over the music, “You’re perfect!
My friend likes black girls, but he doesn’t like them too dark!
Black families aren't just about being blood related.
This is probably the case with other families too... You have an uncle you've called "uncle" for years, but he really isn't your uncle at all.
It can be a bit alarming, just because of how different the hair quality is.