White guy beat up for dating black girl
I saw all these people already and they saw me, and now here we are–nowhere. I was annoyed that I, and other beautiful black women in the joint, were essentially dateless.
It looks like the guys (interestingly many of them were white, but men of other races were also in attendance) for the most part had at least found someone to talk to, looks like they were enjoying themselves.White women were pretty much all scooped up as well, as were women of other races. I found them, enjoying their own company and talking to the women they came with, huddled in their own sections.They were like me: body language was pointed outward and welcoming to passerbys, while they simultaneously engaged in lively conversation with their girlfriends. So, admittedly bored yet plagued with the aforementioned observation, I swiveled back into my seat to face my friend and her new friend–just in time to hear him say “Ugh this room of desperation.” Again, another not so pleasant observation at which I simply chuckled politely.Minutes after we’ve sat down, a guy and another woman sit by us started to engage in causal conversation (names, occupations, other small talk).The conversation started to lull a bit, so I began to scope the increasingly populated room to check out the new crowd.