Bro, I feel your concerns. I too can attest to the stonewallings and nonsensical excuses one gets when approaching a female of the adjacent race.
In fact, during my time in college, it became apparent that white boys put the least efforts and scored more despite looks and other intervening factors. I was that cat that never wore a pair of jeans or sneakers throughout my higher education days. Always on stestsons, Frye, Kenneth Cole and the occasional express, occasional Versace (the belt only) and my Jo ghosts (shoes). I had a style, a look a lot of white guys and girls secretely died for. you could spot me in a midst of a multitude. Hair was always cut especially later when I started loosing them. Had a white lab partner once call me "adorable like Wayne Brady" (that's back when that fool was waxing white asses on the daily) even though I was on the lighter side of the spectrum. I smelled and look good. I was known as the kid from London even though I was from Staines or rather all over. I was cool with the conversations, had a good control of the English lexicon, intricately laid it out as occasions called for. Unique pick up lines and all which for the most part I didn't need if I was a white boy. Smdfh
HOWEVER, LORD BE MY WITHINESS, THE STIGMA OF BEING WITH A BLACK GUY RUNS DEEP. So deep it makes my black dick blush prior to penetrating these prejudice white hoes, thatS one heck of a turn on to fuck a bitch that hates down deep and under. All my fellas, can i get a witness?!
I could mostly score but boy, the effort I laid down to get there, in the words of the one and only Sir WILL FARRELL, "its like FISHING WITH DYNAMITE". "It's not even fair". To score a top tier chick is almost not existant. You settled with the third and fourth rates white chicks as the best you could do.
Matters were even worse as Sistas paid no mind to exquisitely but outsidely cultured bruthaz like us. They were more into the 7 foot basket ball cats and penguin walking hustlers who had there sweat pants waistly anchored to their knees.
An exception where the mixed, Latin, exoctic and the Oreo chicks who were out and dying for the ugliest white boys in the game, just for his skin colour and potential inheritances; Thats if it ever went beyond kisses in hall ways. (Lord be my witness, oh boy, don't I have a story to tell?)
I "dated" this oreo chick called Dianna. Came to her senses when her white boyfriend dumped her under the pretenses that his parents won't approve. Just an ethnomasacistic holla back who did everything and anything to be in that circle of white chicks who particularly didn't fully accept her. All her roommates Where whites. Whether it comes to being at the base of the cheerleading pyramid or being the one that drove everyone white around as she was one of the fortunate few that drove at that time, she was down and submissive. Long story short, after her breakup, I waltzed in with a target in mind, I was a man on a mission....a sniper but without the golden gun as it took too little to no effort to earn my ******* and barely ever on a short burst, one meat per slug was my mantra. I bounced off like she was the plague afterwards. I won't lie, she invited and took me to "white weddings, barmitsfas, lighting ceremonies, ******* that white girls never was kind enough to take me to....understandably in concerns that their grannies might die of heart attack at the first thought that a brutha might have been seeding a member of their desendant.
Just to give you an idea of the coal country we refuged at, I remember when Mike tomlin was appointed coach of the Steelers. Everyone and their mothers thought the hinterlands of the steel city was going to erupt out of fury and anger against poor Mike. That's how fucked up it was out there.
Anyway, socially concient mafukas like me always up the ante when the going gets hard. We were in the sea of folks who were outside of that American mainstream upbringings. International students was the silver bullet. And I sniped, poked and scored like I was suppose to. In fact I met my wife who's of the fartest East at the dining hall in college. Got my food and stepped up to her and her friends table for a friendly breakfast chart, 3 great ******* later the rest is still history in the making.
The moral here is to make lemonade when life gives you lemon. Orange juice would be nice but lemon and sugar it ok too. My cousin left for FDA job in Nebraska....inspecting meat plants, knowing we are a cut of the same cloth, and he poked white chicks like he's supposed to. A 6.8 height mafuka. I brought him back to earth by letting him know it's still a conservative society out there. But I told him to pay more attention to the outsidely cultured white chicks. That's what I call the part of least resistance. Little did I know it was a Spanish Harlem out there by the biggest meat plant in the country. Picked up a chick at a Wal-Mart just days in town. He's fucking and seeding Latin chicks like his life depended on it. That's the monster I created. My wife do really think I am the worst big brother ever. What can I say.
I am currently in talks on dating and hookup app with multiple white chicks, success is discouraging but prudence and persistence always carry me thru. (More success there than at b2w, better believe that. I score at OKC, tinder and casualx just in the month of January alone). I have my go to lines that I hit them with. All saved and cataloged in my note pad app. All I have to do is modify them base on each conversations. They always comeback with accolades, telling me how I have set myself apart and ahead of the park. But that don't always translate to a meet or a fuck even after I send them some pic. Mind you, I am 175 pounds of something buffed, muscular, slick and smoother than your girl's ass. They just want to enjoy my intellectual charts with them. My slick ways and my style. Anyway, I am exploring hooking up with couples, that's my next face of exploration. Cucking in concourse with sadomasochism. Specifically SM2. (You have to be a student of Sigmund Freud to know what that is)
I say to all you all and men of caliber and alike, stick to your game, don't change who you are but be aware of your social and cultural norms. Reinvent yourself where neccesary. Travel a bit. Trust me, I know bruthaz poking like today was tomorrow down in Europe and all. Keep your head up. Study the game and keep trying new *******. AND SHARE YOUR TECHNIQUES AND ADVICE. What will be, will be.
