So I had a shit for brains weekend.
Case in point, nothing spectacular, spent too much money, achieved very little. I should have known it was going to be that way from the moment on Friday morning I called the matchmaker ladt at Traditional Matchmakers that I had signed up with a few days earlier to discuss their "matchmaking process." Her first response was..."I don't have any African American clients."
Your point?
Her point was simply, and she found a way to say it so it's not coated with such prejudice: she doesn't have black male clients to date the newly signed up black female client. Like she is trying to make sure the waters don't touch. In my mind, I thought matchmaking went a lot deeper than color, like to personal interests, hobbies, backgrounds, etc. Not necessarily, I don't have black male clients, simple. Trust me, if you had black clients, they may not want to date me. Don't you think I've tried dating them and found out that rarely do we have anything in common. I don't speak ghetto, hence I am not always a match for them.
At that point I was disappointed. I wasn't pissed. Just disappointed. I cannot date outside my race because I don't fit what they are looking for and I cannot date within my race because they don't necessarily sign up with matchmaker services. After going through the craziness of the weekend, and regretfully bumping into this weekend affair filled with black people (it was promoted by a black lady so she kept the theme the same)I just started to think about it, and now I am pissed.
I keep wondering what category do I fit into, because surely I don't fit in well with my people. I just stood there thinking, I cannot do this. I can't even strike up a conversation with one of them. The one person I tried to talk to had to skip out on me to go to the restroom. He apparently came there to "network" for work not socialize. This is an event on a Sunday evening. Who the fuck is thinking about work?
Every event in Atlanta has a theme. Either the waters don't mix, genderwise and racewise. The men stand to one side and admire the ladies who all look so desperate and intrinsically pissed and then, there's Anita. Anita is wondering, why the fuck won't the men talk to the women? And the women are all so nicely dressed, like ladies in waiting for the men to talk to them. But they don't. Then, racewise. It's either filled with one race or the other. Sometimes there's a little sprinkle, a dash here and there. But nothing major. How can that be? Like someone purposely arranged this?
Case in point, nothing spectacular, spent too much money, achieved very little. I should have known it was going to be that way from the moment on Friday morning I called the matchmaker ladt at Traditional Matchmakers that I had signed up with a few days earlier to discuss their "matchmaking process." Her first response was..."I don't have any African American clients."
Your point?
Her point was simply, and she found a way to say it so it's not coated with such prejudice: she doesn't have black male clients to date the newly signed up black female client. Like she is trying to make sure the waters don't touch. In my mind, I thought matchmaking went a lot deeper than color, like to personal interests, hobbies, backgrounds, etc. Not necessarily, I don't have black male clients, simple. Trust me, if you had black clients, they may not want to date me. Don't you think I've tried dating them and found out that rarely do we have anything in common. I don't speak ghetto, hence I am not always a match for them.
At that point I was disappointed. I wasn't pissed. Just disappointed. I cannot date outside my race because I don't fit what they are looking for and I cannot date within my race because they don't necessarily sign up with matchmaker services. After going through the craziness of the weekend, and regretfully bumping into this weekend affair filled with black people (it was promoted by a black lady so she kept the theme the same)I just started to think about it, and now I am pissed.
I keep wondering what category do I fit into, because surely I don't fit in well with my people. I just stood there thinking, I cannot do this. I can't even strike up a conversation with one of them. The one person I tried to talk to had to skip out on me to go to the restroom. He apparently came there to "network" for work not socialize. This is an event on a Sunday evening. Who the fuck is thinking about work?
Every event in Atlanta has a theme. Either the waters don't mix, genderwise and racewise. The men stand to one side and admire the ladies who all look so desperate and intrinsically pissed and then, there's Anita. Anita is wondering, why the fuck won't the men talk to the women? And the women are all so nicely dressed, like ladies in waiting for the men to talk to them. But they don't. Then, racewise. It's either filled with one race or the other. Sometimes there's a little sprinkle, a dash here and there. But nothing major. How can that be? Like someone purposely arranged this?
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