You Make Me So Hot….. NOT!
Every single time we were around each other, I felt like I was selling my ass.
“Ooh you so sexy, baby.”
“You make me so hot!”
“I can’t wait to have you.”
He said he was sooooo attracted to me, and would constantly say something about my physical appearance. It was always a compliment on my ass, my boobs, my face, or my lips. Never about my personality, my conversation, my nurturing spirit…
You know, the shit that girls like to hear!
The few times we had real convos, he would always speak to me in a condescending tone. Any opinion I had on anything, became a battle of the brains. He wanted to debate on everything to prove he was my intellectual superior. This damn man would even argue with the people working in my salon and their customers, too.
If he wasn’t debating with you, he’d try to one up you.
Him: “What are some good restaurants to eat steaks?”
Me: “I like Side Street, Houston’s, Ruth Chris…”
Him: “No, I’m talking about a real steak house. I only go to places where you have to have a membership to get in.”
If you said you wanted to go to the beach in Miami, he’d tell you that you should broaden your horizons and go to Brazil.
I started to not spend so much time with him just to stay away from that. I saw then why it appeared he had so much going for him, and still couldn’t keep a woman by his side.
Perfect on paper doesn’t mean perfect in person.
He was manipulative, condescending, and perverted. He thought showering me with gifts would make these legs open wide for him.
That doesn’t move a toe, hoe!
For real, you need to try dating another white guy. Can I tell you my story? I met my husband of 20 years when a white friend invited me to a party to introduce me to a Black ex-Football Player. White friends like to matchmake their single Black friends. Anyway, after the intros, it was obvious that this ex-Football Player was not interested in me at all (he liked a petite blonde blue-eyed girl that came with someone else) so, I politely excused myself and wasked away. However, there was someone at that party who observed the awkward exchange between me and the football player, and their interest was piqued. I did not meet that someone that night. However, a few days after the dinner, a message was left on my voicemail that went as follows, “HI, my name is Tim. I was at a party with you last week. We did not get introduced but, I saw how you dealt with Collin (the ex-Football Player) and liked your style. Here’s my number. Call me sometimes.” I knew the caller was white and it took me more than a month to respond. But, I eventually did call him back. I did not see this man as someone I would date but, he was persistent. We dated for 4 years, got engaged for 2 years and then, got married. We have now been together for 20 years. I won’t say that our being together has not been “trying” at times but, he is good to me and he loves me and our daughter.
If you truly are open to dating a white guy then, try dating another one. There are good and bad men in all races.
The white guy you wrote about in this blog is a sleaze; and when you found out he had HIV and had purposely infected his 2nd wife, you should have ended it there regardless of the money and gifts. Good Luck.
You should to be open and try again thank God he told you about his HIV! But I ask about testing on my first date and papers don’t want to die lol?