There are plenty of people who are white who will only date white people. Do they have a fetish, too? |
| Some people like dad bods, some people like petite women, some like blondes, some like darker skin. It's no one's business, really. |
And it’s not a “fetish” either. Enough with this ridiculous labeling of EVERYTHING. |
I bet you look more Jewish than you realized. |
We both had a few drinks, then boarded the metro - in the wrong direction! (mutual ooops). Eventually go to our stops but way later than expected. |
That I would call racist. |
That PP asked if she should bring up her preference on a date. I answered. If somebody thinks their racial preference is private they shouldn’t ask for advice about it. And I didn’t say it was a fetish, I said it sounded like it. Google “fetish men of color” and educate yourself and you’ll see I’m not teaching. Also, i just don’t want to hear about somebody’s preferences on dates. “I like your red hair.” Great! Lovely complement! “I’m not attracted to women who don’t have red hair” is not flattering. It’s weird. Bringing up a racial preference is the same kind of thing, but worse. |
So, if your preference is to date your race you are racist. If you prefer to date outside your race you have a fetish. What is one to do?!?! |
Umm, not focus so much on race? |
Lol. |
| Date did drugs in front of me with friends, I worked for the DEA at the time. What a loser. |
First guy sounds like someone's idea of a bad joke. I'd wager someone put him up to it like a stupid frat gag or something. |
This is reallu cute. |
| One guy started making off-color jokes about a particular nationality, apropos of nothing at all. I’m an immigrant from that very country. Another guy waxed poetic—and I mean at considerable length and in impressive detail—about his love of hunting and skinning wild game. I’m vegan. |
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This one was many many years ago in my 20s so I will chalk it up to youth. Had a guy take me out to a diner. He ordered chicken wings and ate them in the most disgusting manner. Kept sucking the sauce off every. single. fingertip. Like over and over. All while grinning and laughing it up. Omg I wanted to vomit.
Second one in my early 30s. Met on an site and went out same day on a whim. There was no chemistry but he was nice enough so I figured I'd just enjoy the conversation and that would be it. He said he lived in the area and asked if I wanted to stop by. I said okay, mainly because it was chilly outside and I just wanted to get somewhere warm. Got to his apartment and it was CESSPOOL of filth. Junk everywhere. And it was a studio to boot so you're basically surrounded by filth. I couldn't even focus. I might have been holding my breath. Before we went inside his place I had mentioned wanting a blanket to warm up a little bit. When we got inside he tried to hand me the blanket from his bed and I didn't even want it to touch me. On top of that he had the nerve to try to put the moves on me. Absolutely not, sir. Get your life in order. I literally ran out of there. |