I’ve been single for a long time and just today, I was sitting around my room before
work, and thinking about finally actively pursuing a girlfriend. I’m just coming off this
brief string of days where I went out three out of the four, the one when I didn’t go out
laced with what seemed like an increased amount of loneliness and monotony, just
hanging out and watching playoff baseball.
There’s this girl on my Facebook feed I’m kind of into a little. As it happens, too, my
lust for her is outpaced by just the impression that I have of her being a really good girl
— into music, kind, friendly and honest.
She’s got a couple of kids and has been single for a while, I think, no doubt focusing
on them and making their wellbeing a priority, as she should. Another factor, with her,
though, is that, I believe, her last boyfriend was this black dude. And I feel ashamed to
say this, on a certain level, but it does, to an extent, make me less inclined to want to
get involved with her.
Let me explain something, first. This is a person, the dude, with whom I actually ran
track in high school, but didn’t usually talk to. I didn’t get the impression that he was
shy. I got the impression that he was dealing with a noxious set of inner energies and
thoughts that weren’t always appropriate for discussion. In this way, I suppose, he
behaved pretty well, by and large.
But I’ve friended him on Facebook and he never likes any of my posts and when I
comment on his and like, he never reacts back or says anything to me. Now, obviously,
the anatomical malady you’re at a higher percentage of dealing with in a girl who’s
been with a black dude represents somewhat of a pitfall, in certain instances, at least.
But, equally, it’s a depressing realm to deal with in terms of me being white and having
to deal with what sometimes feels like this cultural void. What’s more, I get the sense
that he’s encouraged to dislike me — to disdain me, to disregard my comments as
meaningless because I’m white, and to exclude me from all his ambitions and agendas.
And I don’t think all black people are like this but I do think that if he were white there
would be a far greater probability that I could find some common ground with him and
hence ameliorate the social landscape surrounding this love interest of mine, making,
more than likely, for an improved dating situation. In the meantime, I feel forced to
observe this guy’s blackness as an encumbrance, if not to say, necessarily, a problem
in the larger eye of universal law, if you will.