All I have to share (besides that I think you with the face and Juanita Tech make some good points, which I’ll address after the show) is one of my usual anecdotes:
Shortly after I graduated from (a Black womens’) college, I developed a crush on a White guy. Unfortunately, said fella did not return my affections (see Valentine’s Day Thread for the heartwrenching tale ;)). I was lamenting the whole deal to a couple of college friends, when one of them suggested I check out the personals in the local free weekly for White men in search of Black women.
I informed her that I did not just like White guys, I liked this particular White guy who did not, unfortunately, like me back.
(And believe me, liking the one was enough to send my psyche into a tailspin, because I’d decided, in the throes of my college-age quasi-militance, that I would never have a relationship with a man who wasn’t Black.)
“But if you go through the personals,” she persisted, “you can find one who WILL.”
I reiterated that I WAS NOT LOOKING TO DATE A WHITE GUY.
“But [Auntie EM],” she insisted, “White guys are SO GRATEFUL.”
To this day, I’m not sure what that meant.
Anyway, in regard to comments made by you with the face and Juanita, I have to say that when I was younger (like in high school), I always assumed that White guys didn’t ask me out because their parents would have objected. I never felt like it was because they weren’t attracted to me (I was far too narcissistic for that), because they didn’t exactly ignore me; they called me on the phone, flirted with me, came to my house to hang out, invited me to their (parents-not-home) parties–for about 8 months out of the school year I was pretty much just like any other gal (granted, I didn’t get asked out on many dates, but several of my White girlfriends were single, too, so I thought nothing of it) . . .
Then when Prom Time came around, I was awash in a conspicuous echo. One by one my friends got plucked from the Pool of the Dateless, until I and my friend from India were the only ones left.
Usually my mom took us out for Chinese on prom night. A little tradition of sorts.
Since high school, a few of those boys have confessed that they had the hots for me way back when . . .
. . . but whenever I’ve asked them why they never asked me out in high school, that conspicuous echo comes back. :dubious: