In my not so numerous dealings with black men, a phenomenon manifests itself inevitably, when within a few short minutes of meeting them, they utter the words ‘I love you’. Now if you want me to break out in hives, and run screaming into the hills, this is probably the best way to do it.
For those of you who may have watched Julia Roberts in ‘Runaway bride’, she could not hold a torch to how fast I can scarper into the middle distance at the sound of these chilling utterations. Granted one looks for the most surefire way to guarantee a shag, and I’m sure with a lot of women it undoubtedly works (why change a winning formula and all that), but that’s a sad indictment on black women then.
If all it takes to get them on their back (or for the more adventurous, on all fours)is just to hear the words ‘I love you’. Lust is a concept I’m very familiar with, and am more than happy to indulge. Don’t waste my time by telling me that you love me, what can you possibly love within 5 minutes of meeting me. Life would be so much easier if people were just open about what it is that they wanted, and were out for. Please someone tell me why these shenanigans continue?
To compound the issue, once you dump her (which inevitably happens because like the ‘love thunderbolt’ that would initially have struck, it’s all over in a flash of lightning) you have a bunny boiler on your hands who won’t take no for an answer. Who won’t stop calling. And won’t stop texting you. And won’t stop making demands of you. And won’t stop reminding you of how good you once were, and could be.
And six months down the line she is still stalking all the places that you frequented in happier times. So is it worth the hassle?