It was a long time before I realized I liked white men. I grew up in the southern part of Alabama in the 80s it wasn't a pleasant experience for me. I learned from an early age that white people were mean and they hated us because we were different. So I always believed that no white man would ever be interested in me. Until one day I was working at a local hospital, I was about 26 or so came up to me and said that I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. I thought yeah right go away please I know you're just teasing me. But he persisted and eventually I accepted one of his many invitations to come over to his house. One thing lead to another and even though the sex wasn't so good I knew that I had the wrong ideas about white people and maybe I should give this interracial thing a shot. Sorry if my reply was a little long winded, I think we all know now I like to talk
