My Taste in Guys is Delicious

If dating yearbooks existed, I would have been dubbed “most transformed.” Ask the Disbeliever. I used to want to date only white men. I thought my parents would have a fit if I brought home a Spanish man. But my taste in men did a 360. I am no longer attracted to white guys.

To test what my mom would say if I did date a non-white, I asked her what she would do if I were dating a Span. To my surprise, she said she doesn’t care! I was sooooo shocked! Unless she would only be OK with me dating one like Enrique because I always tell her he’s my ideal piece of meat.

I just find non-whites so intriguing (my fave word). I look at white guys and I feel nothing. The first word that comes to mind is “dull.” I don’t know them, but my first impression is “nothing great.” My opinion is that they don’t have much a personality. Bars are their bedrooms. They bore me. I know that not all whites are crappy. I just haven’t found one that adds that spice to my life. Quite frankly, I’d rather have pepper over salt. Yummy.

I have acquired a taste for all races except Indian or Asian. Working at the basketball games and spending a lot of time in my new hood has swayed me from liking whites to colored men. The more that I am exposed to a certain type of people, the more I like them.

     The Disbeliever and I walked the streets of the hood one day at night for one hour to browse some hot spots. We got soooo much attention! I do not get that in my hometown. The population was Hispanic. Within just 10 minutes of walking on the street, we got about 10 honks! One guy was following me in his car and would stop on the sidewalk to talk! He spoke poor English and wanted us to go to the bar with him in his car. We said we'd walk there and meet him. I was covered in a huge jacket and it was dark, so I do not know what he saw in me that was attractive. We love the hood though. It's like a vacation!

    These are the type of people that I want to hang out with after work and just get crazy with! It looks like they know how to have fun. They are lively, yet chill. There is something exotic about imports. They come from a different background than me. They know things that I don’t know. They have experienced what I haven’t. They have been places where my feet haven’t. That’s what intrigues me.  

The Spans and B’s that I see at work are soooooo irresistible, especially this angelic employee at the arena whom the Disbeliever and I always stare at! (She can thank me for speaking up first.) Everyone likes him— and he knows it. He exudes such confidence in the way he walks. He knows he’s hot stuff. It does not come off as conceited though. He pulls it off very well! I have never seen such a hot black man before. He is the epitome of “perfect.” He has not one flaw! I want to see him in a Calvin Klein underwear billboard. My eyes just bug out and my heart stops beating. If a man can do that to me, he can do whatever else he wants!

As long as he isn't white.

Keepin’ it real,

   Realist