Hi there- this is Npapaya. You've heard bits and pieces about me through Sassy's blog, but now I'm live and not Memorex (for those who can remember that tag line). A quick bit about me-I'm nearly 32, Black, single, female, and live in NH. No, I am not crazy, though at times I wonder.
Here's the thing. I've lived here for 6 yrs & I've dated just about everybody-white, asian, indian, non-citizens, and even women (long story, let's not go there right now). Living in a rural area is not the time to have a whole lot of preferences besides "has own teeth, job, and education." So, as much as I would like to meet a "brown" man I'm not holding my breath.
But last night I felt a little like a kid at Disneyworld. I was invited to an event with nearly 90+ people of color-many of whom were Black men- professional, cute, handsome, over 25 Black men. Yummm.
Not only were these hot prospects they were also captive prospects- brought here for the weekend they were without cars and unfamiliar with my turf. The only gig in town was a party hosted for them and other similarly aged people. Add free drinks, bumpin' music, and a small dance floor and I was giddy.
Over the course of the evening I was reminded of one area where Black men have White men beat (get your minds out of the gutter people!). With a Black man his appreciation for you as a woman is written all over his face and body- there's no hiding it, and this is w/o being drunk. They simply admire openly and aren't shy about showing it. They're less coy than other men I've met. When he looks at you -if he's interested- he holds your eyes-his eyes smile and there's a definite heat behind them. Even decked in suit looking so cool and professional his gaze caresses your neck, lingers at your waist, and finally, draws you to smile and give it right back to him- all before you even have a chance to be nervous.
Maybe it's because there's less guessing- you just KNOW he wants to at least talk to you,see your lips up close & take in your scent. It's scrumptious. Every woman should experience this...just that exchange of heat is incredible. Let's just say that shy little ol' me was dancing and flirting and eek,grinding a little by the end of the evening and I've still got a smile on my face.
Am I drooling over here?
Here's the thing. I've lived here for 6 yrs & I've dated just about everybody-white, asian, indian, non-citizens, and even women (long story, let's not go there right now). Living in a rural area is not the time to have a whole lot of preferences besides "has own teeth, job, and education." So, as much as I would like to meet a "brown" man I'm not holding my breath.
But last night I felt a little like a kid at Disneyworld. I was invited to an event with nearly 90+ people of color-many of whom were Black men- professional, cute, handsome, over 25 Black men. Yummm.
Not only were these hot prospects they were also captive prospects- brought here for the weekend they were without cars and unfamiliar with my turf. The only gig in town was a party hosted for them and other similarly aged people. Add free drinks, bumpin' music, and a small dance floor and I was giddy.
Over the course of the evening I was reminded of one area where Black men have White men beat (get your minds out of the gutter people!). With a Black man his appreciation for you as a woman is written all over his face and body- there's no hiding it, and this is w/o being drunk. They simply admire openly and aren't shy about showing it. They're less coy than other men I've met. When he looks at you -if he's interested- he holds your eyes-his eyes smile and there's a definite heat behind them. Even decked in suit looking so cool and professional his gaze caresses your neck, lingers at your waist, and finally, draws you to smile and give it right back to him- all before you even have a chance to be nervous.
Maybe it's because there's less guessing- you just KNOW he wants to at least talk to you,see your lips up close & take in your scent. It's scrumptious. Every woman should experience this...just that exchange of heat is incredible. Let's just say that shy little ol' me was dancing and flirting and eek,grinding a little by the end of the evening and I've still got a smile on my face.
Am I drooling over here?
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