Alright my sexy black men

Right????

 

Mister badlove himself...:smt043

 

Damn.

Thank you for that.

 

"Hi".

It's really beyond nice to know that that's how you feel, you know more men need to be honest about it, then you'll find yourself in a relationship that you look forward to wake up to every day.
To think about her while you're working and then pulling her in after you get home...

 

Most definitely Vamber. Whenever I come across this question I state straight up how I feel about relationships with white women, because I know what attracts me to them in the first place.

 

Just telling it like it is.
YOU'RE WELCOME!:smt058

 

That shy look she gives you. She looks at your with different eyes than she does with someone else. I have never heard anyone tell me that my skin glows and that they love my skin. Beauty is in all races, but I have only heard white women compliment my skin. No one has ever told me that I am tall dark and handsome, or inquired about my heritage and be interested in where I come from. Only white women have told me that I am beautiful. Women, these compliments are heard and last a life time. I can remember how she looked at me and talking later on the phone about that day. People think that because you are a shade darker than they are and if you treat them poorly it is because of their race. Unfortunately these things are what come first to your mind. I have been dumbfounded by how women have treated me. Some times older women from a different generation act awkwardly. It was not until she told me the compliments on her last day of work did I realize that she felt uncomfortable around me. I have heard tall, dark, and handsome before, but please women, imagine that no one has ever given you a compliment before, then you find out, this is one of the many things that she loves about you. When I went for walks with my ex I held her hand, but she held my hand and looked at it. I saw her as the same girl all the time, at 8am, 1pm 9pm and 5am. She was still the girl I loved at those times, but my skin was different at 8 am, 12pm, and at sunset. I glowed as the sunset. But it is more than just the setting sun. There are men that fit ever skin color. I was her love and she was mine, but she told me these things. When you are young and do not truly understand racism, and prejudice, love is a different thing. When you grow older and see that people do not like you because of your skin and you are all alone, the sweet words of a white women about your skin are the first things that come to mind. I do not want to speak for all men, but for a women imagine that you think you are ugly, then one man says you are truly beautiful. When you feel ugly you remember that and tell yourself, I am beautiful. When you find a woman who does not only love you, but says that you are beautiful, and she loves your skin, you never forget.

I like how white women treat me.