I’ve had the same conversation multiple times about my dating black guys. Usually with white guys. When someone finds out that my boyfriend/(soon to be ex-)husband is black I automatically become one of those girls.
One of what girls? Those ones.
Tag Archive: dick-size
…you never go back. Supposedly. But I have and I’m sure many others have as well. I bounce back and forth between white, black and brown. People place waaaaaay too much emphasis on dick size and not enough on skill/emotion.
I had my first black boyfriend when I was 20. He was my last until I was 27. Why?
So Young Black Hottie puts the (what rightly should be Magnum but I have no idea if it was) condom on and was kneeling at the end of the bed. I had my knees locked together in much the same position you will find me at in the gynecologists office. (Seriously, the last time I was at the gynecologists office he sat at the end of the table thing and touched my unmoving legs while saying “you do realize you’re going to have to open your legs, right?”)
Because I was still thinking that his big huge monster should really stay away from my tight little girlie parts.
But no, I was an idiot and went back over after we had already said good night. I had fun the first time, why not continue the fun. Right? So I went back over and Young Black Hottie put in another movie. Again, I have no idea what movie. We were sitting in the “dark” on his futon. (Gotta love studio apartments.)
I was leaning into him with my legs up over the end of the futon. He was getting…friendlier.
I have a problem with being drunk and owning a phone. Maybe I should just get a phone that doesn’t allow me to text people. That would solve my little drunk texting problem.
The texts can go two ways depending on my mood-sexual or downright mean.
Did you read Part 1? If not, you should go do it and I’ll still be waiting here when you get back…Yup, I’m still here.
So the Lionheart Guy and I met again for another round of drinks. We start making out again which was good because I kinda decided that he was a little boring and didn’t need to talk too much. So I needed to keep his mouth busy.
I posted a Craiglist ad in the beginning of January. Had a few seemingly good responses. One was cute, but bored me to tears. The other was just completely horrible .
Needless to say, I didn’t expect much when going into the third date. All I knew was that he had really nice eyes and was offering free alcohol down on Lark Street.
on yesterday’s post about dick size and insecurity. Just some general things that I wanted to blather on about. 
I don’t even know if these could be considered clarifications.
When I was younger, and (slightly) more immature than I am now, I was always amazed at the self-confidence that most men (boys) seemed to exude. They never seemed as self-conscious or ashamed of their bodies as I felt. I don’t just feel my insecurities-like most women I know, I verbalize them.
I’m still collecting data about this (ah, who am I kidding, I haven’t “collected data” in quite some time) but it is something I’ve noticed in the limited sample of foreigners that I’ve been with. And it’s been consistent.
Waiting for someone to prove me wrong. About anything really.
I feel like doing something crazily vindictive. Not really for any reason in particular.
Only because The Arab still breathes.
If I am happy with Dreads then why do I care that he still exists?
