I'm trying to stay positive but man... this is tough.
So a few months ago, when I was about 2 weeks into my new city, I met this guy at a restaurant. We were sitting at the bar and he initiated conversation. He was also new in town and we hit it off immediately-- or so I thought. He was cute, smart, BLACK, and had a great job (Nurse Anesthesiologist). I was thinking, alright Surferbabe, this is a good start. Somewhere during our conversation the (white) female bartender butts in. We engage her for a bit and then we're back chatting with one another. I got up to take a bathroom break. Once I got back to my seat, I felt like something shifted. Suddenly, they are totally engaged in conversation and I'm the odd one out. Once she got back busy working, we started chatting again but I felt like his attention was no longer on me. As soon as she was free again, they were back at it
. Once it was time for me to leave, he asked for my number, but it didn't sound like he was interested-- it seemed like it was out of duty. I never heard from him again.
Welp, guess who I bumped into yesterday while out at brunch (by myself of course)? The happy freaking couple. The stringy haired, chipped nail polish, run through chick had to do absolutely nothing but be her ivory-skinned self and she snagged a professional black man. Oh and she leaned in. Yet here I am reading a million and one books on how to be feminine and lovable and I get stood up on Saturday and have to take myself out to brunch-- yet again-- on Sunday. I have my insecurities, but I've never been insecure about being a single black woman navigating the dating world. I always felt like it gave me an edge because I'm so in love with my blackness. But y'all, I don't know anymore.
I've run out of quotes to read, activities to partake in, and trips to take to get my mind off of my failure in relationships. I'm social, I volunteer, I'm always out and about doing something-- and nothing falls into my lap. Yet this woman had a darn good dude just walk into her job and now she's being wined and dined while I'm footing the bill for myself at a table alone while people look at me crazy. I hate to bring this negativity here but I just need to vent.
Coming back to this wasteland from paradise is getting to me.