Time to sit, relax, and share exciting (or not so much) stories of our misadventures of dating. And just maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll stumble upon a story of success.
It’s the hashtag shaking up social media—coined by Charlmagne tha God and Lil Duval in what some would call a sarcastic nuance of what black women desire, #BlackMenDon’tCheat controversy continues to invade urban forums, easing its way into pillow talks, weekly brunch tea and, ironically barbershops.
We met on-line. I was actually new to on-line dating and while skeptical, I founding it alluring. When first signing onto the site, I received an overwhelming number of notifications- messages and pokes alike. I talked to more than a few guys, but I only went out on a date with two. The first, well, it was as expected- he had posted a picture of his former self and his current self was nothing close to the picture. I never went out with him again. After the first encounter, I was actually over the whole thing. Just ready to throw the whole idea way. Bu one kept me
That was until I met Mr. Houdini. Our conversations kept me on the site. We converse via the app for a few weeks, and finally we exchanged numbers. While I was nervous to meet up with him based on my previous experience, I got the courage to do so.