Black thinker dating
It meant driving a few friends to their more regular gigs before they arose at 5 a.m. My father was a factory worker, so that was not it.
It was the misrepresentation that we had a career and life experience in common. Then, he would have known better to have thought we might be a match. there really is no context for most people as to what that means.
• Did you actually see a Black woman at work -- in her office, at a meeting, negotiating a contract, or delivering a monologue -- on any one of the sitcoms that claim to portray Black people in a more positive and progressive light?
• Did you see a film where a Black man, or any man for that matter, chased a Black woman down for her love -- betwixt winning conversations and memorable lines?
I love the Original House of Pancakes -- with my parents, or us holy-ghosters after church, or some fellow-revelers after a hangover-worthy night, or my little niece and cousins who deserve a nicer breakfast than an Egg Mc Muffin. We are both first-generation college students who became first generation graduate students to insure that generations after us would not carry such an ironically noble and conflicted award; we have both traveled the world on our own dimes; we both have mastered another language …
I once had to ask a White man at a party to move away from me; he was visibly shocked that I not only knew who National Book Award winner Joan Didion was, but that I was actually reading her latest book.
He once wanted me to take him to a poetry slam and sign up for “Open Mic” so he could see what I did. One fine day, he overstayed his welcome in my home (overnight) after yet another attempt to prematurely bed me before I could verify his age, address, income source, and origins through that process formerly known as “dating” (or “courting,” or “getting to know you,” if you will).