Romero S.

Why are there so many low life females, particularly Black Women that live in slums pretending to be someone they are not? These mentally challenged, child-like 'females' are looking for movie star salaries from gentlemen in real life that they'd never even have the 'bra' to speak to.

Well here goes. I held a conversation with one female in my same age group. After some really good chat conversation online for about 2 weeks, we decided to exchange numbers and talk. After the 3rd conversation, she told me about having a rough day and it was all due to some white guy she chatted with online who wanted sex. The man and her actually had exchanged numbers, but now she was threatening to get her brothers and her son to kill the man! I had to excuse myself from the conversation, because I was driving and had my cousin with me and he heard it all. He was genuinely concerned about my safety. I excused it down the road as her having a bad day after being disrespected.

Well, we finally hooked up for a movie and a dinner. My treat. Now I will be honest and admit, I lied to her about my vehicle. I did this because I did not want to reveal my high end vehicle and go through the common chatter I have experienced in the past with other POF Black Females, calling themselves "sizing me up." I reside in Arlington, VA and she resides in Baltimore and I had do issue driving up. I honestly thought that going outside of the Washington DC Air Heads would be a far cry better. Plus, the female and I both originated from Queens NY. We had some really good conversations about growing up in NYC. I AM ONLY only interested in ALL Natural women, period. All the fake-up, tattoo's, weaves, wigs, and rainbow hair colors are just not for me. I also have a preference against scantily clad women in public. I was raised up with specific morals and expectations of what a good woman is, and I do not stray from my preferences. I do not club, drug, or drink. All these things we shared in common right down to diet and smoothies each morning.

So, I am on my way to the residence and I had used Google Earth to visualize where I was going. Coming from NYC, she could have at least warned me about the neighborhood I was driving into. Upon exiting the highway ramp to the main avenue, there are police lights and ambulance lights because 2 people have been shot. It's not a police crime scene so I had to detour back to the highway, go up one exit and let my navigation direct me to the residence. I could still see the lights as I turned into her housing complex. I pulled into a visitor parking space instead of where she suggested and removed my side arm from my waist holster. Now I am thinking about my cousin and his advice to leave that chick alone. I called her and let her know I was out front. When I saw what resembled her photo, I waved her to my vehicle. She wanted to know why I didn't tell her the type of vehicle I owned, as if I was trying to be sneaky. I honestly told her, I was looking out for my own; but why didn't you let me know about the type neighborhood I'd be driving into? She said, it's not that bad on her block even though she just heard about the shooting on the avenue. Yeah, I saw it too and had to detour up an exit because I didn't want to be lost on the side streets.

Of course, she had posted old pictures of a younger self, but kept touching my face saying how I looked totally different in person and how handsome I am. She was all natural, but definitely not dressed in any civil manner for a first date/meet & greet. The restaurant we'd decided was a little drive, so we got to talk and enjoy my music selections and the FEMALE got hot! She exclaimed how my 'music' is making her want to give me some. Whoa! She said her son had some really good Kush and she had a little before I came. I'm not an advocate against marijuana, based on my personal views, but some things are best kept to yourself! So we ate, and i will admit, I was totally into the conversation. Aside her little mini-skirt dress she claimed she wore for me so i can see 'dah' legs, I did find her attractive and at the least genuine in her views. However, at the theater, once seated and the lights went down, she wanted to cuddle up because her legs were now cold. I was fine with that and she was a small petite woman as well. So I have her all wrapped up and warm. I'll admit, it definitely felt good, but I'll never understand how she knew I was aroused. Her hand went right down there and she looked at me and smiled. I was so busted and embarrassed at the same time. She said, I knew you was feeling me when your body got me so warm. All I could say was, true.

Now it's time to drive her home, so I'm cool now. I had to change up my oldies but goodies movie selection to try and stop her from messing in my private part while I'm driving on the highway. Once we arrived at her residence, we sat and chatted for a few and she let me know how she totally enjoyed the first date, THE last is all I'm saying in my head. Then she reminded me about her headboard on her bed and how I (Mr Big Mouth Gentleman) had said, if I make her way, I'd fix it for her. So I had to go into her residence, although I was making excuses NOT to go in before she mentioned the headboard and my promise. So in the idiot (me) goes. Well... her Brother and her Son both live in the living room of her 2 bedrm apt. And these losers are laid out sleeping, snoring, and stinking up the place. Her 12yr old daughter is sleep in her bedroom. I asked to use the restroom, and let me say, that sealed the deal! Lights on and roaches scattered! I took some toilet paper to lift the seat so I could relieve myself, because the men there obviously urinate on the seat. NASTY! You have never seen a man fix a head board faster than me. I did not want tea, coffee, gold, diamonds, or to sit on her bed, I just wanted to get in my car and go!

I hugged her goodbye and she planted a kiss on my lips!? WTH! At least she didn't try to stick her tongue anywhere! I got in my car and I never answered another call from that woman. Eventually the voice messages became hostile and I became all types of Uncle Toms, Sellout Black Man, and Homosexual that thinks I'm better than most blacks. I closed my POF page along with my telephone number. So thank you POF. I will not even begin to mention my crazy stories with the DC Metro 'females.'

Signed, A Black man