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I’ve been writing (mostly mediocre) articles on these here Internets pretty much every day for the past six years.I’ve written hundreds of articles about anything from my favorite cereal to a pair of shoes I bought when I was 11.We’re working on a new series, The Pros and Cons: Dating White Men, for later release.

I’ve written thousands of words on professional wrestling and once wrote a magnum opus on “The Dougie.” Yet I’ve never been compelled to write about my experiences dating White women (or any women for that matter). For those interested or for those who haven’t read the many (many) agonizing articles about the process, here goes my analysis based on the handful of White women I dated: White women are women.

The relationships weren’t great mostly because my dating history is full of bad experiences.

Though racial microaggressions are felt by every marginalized group within the dating realm, I am building upon my own personal experiences with heterosexual, cisgender white men to offer suggestions on how to ease racial tensions that may arise in a white man/black woman pairing.

Once, I was at a bar with friends when two white men approached me.

One was a guy who was interested in talking to me, and the other was acting as his wingman.

The wingman walked up to me as his friend stood beside him and screamed over the music, “You’re perfect!I felt a certain pride in hanging out with people who were Dominican, Indonesian, Laos, Filipino, Hispanic, etc. My parents taught me good morals, like not judging others by their appearance, though I did have to keep my jaw clenched when I visited relatives.They would ask me about the “colored kids” at my job as a camp counselor and spoke the word “bi-racial” in hushed tones, as if it were something to be ashamed of.My friend likes black girls, but he doesn’t like them too dark!” Against my better judgment, I assumed that the wingman just wasn’t very good at his job and started talking to his friend anyway.This was the place I was born and raised; where nobody had to whisper the “n word” or hesitate to stick some feathers in their hair and paint their skin red as a sign of school spirit.

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