Black Men Who Regret Dating/Marrying White Women…

We’ve all seen him: the brother who acts like the hand of the FBI has come down on him because he’s dating a pale-skinned, blue veined, whiny-voiced, white chick, named Astrid. She walks a few paces behind him, as he leads, holding his head down or averting eye contact, particularly with Black women; to avoid detection that yes, he has took a dip in the Clairol and got a bleached blond in tow.

It’s always hilarious.

And how about when out in public at other places: the sisters sitting at Ruby Tuesdays, watching with X-ray vision as the brother walks in with “one of them” and sits nearby. What do they do? Start rolling their eyes, tsk-tsking; shaking their heads in disgust. And some sisters who are bold enough, actually verbally attack right there. Or just get up and move away.

The brother knows not to say anything…because after all, most brothers that date “them” are scared of these very type of sisters, right? They typically believe all of the stereotypes about white women: being freakier in bed, more submissive enablers, will do anything they say–no matter what; it’s always, “anything you say…”

Should any man be given that type of power in a relationship?

Well, I’m all for humor, but to get to the real point, every Black man is not always passionate about being with a white woman as he thought. Some, just don’t find anything new, and move on. Others really do begin to miss being with Black women, the culture recognition that Black women have, as well as the joy of just being in a good relationship with someone they can relate to on all levels. Others just think white chicks are weird and get tired of them–fast. Some get tired of always having to explain ish about certain cultural things about our people–our reactions, or just having to school the child because she’s not very street smart as sisters are known to be. And then there are some brothers who get tired of their hair everywhere. Nothing like someone coming up to you and lifting a Caucasian strand of hair off of your shirt. The shed like dogs (no wonder they love them so much). You’ll be pulling that stuff from everywhere: your house, car, bed sheets, and places you couldn’t even imagine. And then, there’s the crying white woman. They always cry about something–even if it’s stupid, but how about if they do that in front of white men…a real brother knows what that can appear to be. White women still hold to white male patriarchy and will cling to it if it gives them the subliminal advantage.

Frankly, I’m tired of the issue, but it’s a hot-button topic that just won’t go away, thus, I’d like to say, every Black man is not interested and will never be interested in being with white women, however, men are going to be men, and if he has a boner, and the chick happens to be named Ingrid, it’s a rap.

I’ve talked to many brothers over the years, and Black women have nothing to worry about, believe me.

However, it’s the perception that has become reality for many…and all I can tell you, is that the grass is not always greener on the other side and many brothers are happy to jump back over the fence.