Yeah I know. But that wasn't really all that was holding me back. I just didn't like any of the black guys I went to school with. They were all jerks and felt deserving, if you know what I mean. Like they could do no wrong and could get what ever they wanted and get away with anything because they were black. A big turn off.
After moving, I met some really good guys and girls, who just happened to be black.(I even got hit-on by a few black girls. Never the guys. Just the girls.) But I still wasn't interested.
Still here in New York, surrounded by Caribbeans, Africans, and black Americans, I can find them sexy and attractive and on the occasion think, "Hey I wouldn't turn her away." One young woman was walking around in a traditional African dress, and I told her she was beautiful. But I am still not interested enough to "jump their bones."
I can say the same about Asians, Indians, Europeans, Arabs, Native Americans. I find them beautiful, attractive and **** worthy, but that doesn't mean I am interested in dating them.
As I have said. It is not the color. It is the attitude of the person alone that attracts me.
Hell, I'll be honest for a moment. How many would date a person, sight unseen? Talk to the person for months if not years, without seeing them. Not knowing what they look like, what color their skin was or how fat they were? And once, seeing this, how many of you would stay with that person?
I could say I might have dated Vendetta had I not been married. I liked his attitude towards people and how he felt family and women should be treated. And I know what color his skin is.
So, no, it is not my mother's teachings that have always held me back from dating a black man. It has always been his attitude that has held me back from dating him.