African men are too laid back and aren't rough and confrontational like Caribbean men are.
So what are we doing together then?
You are tall, athletic and good looking. Just my type.
I'm African, tall, cute with the humour of Chris Rock; yep that sounds like me.
Maybe this is the beginning of something exciting....
Are you intrigued by this African man?
I'm straight out of Africa that you've never stepped on.
You are a British born-Caribbean who has never been to the Islands before.
I know I'm bringing something different to the table.
A black man with no priors, no kids walking around wondering where their daddy is, work a 9 to 5 and I take care of my mother, not the other way round.
Still intrigued?
Well I am and want to confirm what they say about Caribbean women.
"Caribbean women are good in bed"
Hmmm...I wonder.
Yes, I do want a piece of that Caribbean ass and I'm going to make it obvious.
Am I experimental? I think yes, because next will be Asian.
I probably won't get another opportunity like this again, so I'm going for it.
Use it or lose it.
You are dating another guy.
He is Caribbean, go figure!
I'm pursuing you when I know you are dating someone else.
I have this demon in me; I want things I know I can't have.
I'm whispering to your boyfriend that I'm going to take you away from him.
I'm testing how good my game is and enjoying every minute of it.
Major inroads are being made.
I think I'm in there.
We are meeting up for drinks more often.
Let's see how far this goes.
When are you going to shake this fool?
This next man. This thing. It’s obvious he is not handling his business.
I've got something else to say to your boyfriend;
"Dude, I'm sleeping with your woman and she is calling out my name when I make love to her. Are you okay with that?"
"Just what I thought; no answer"
It is true that Caribbean women are good in bed!
Can I get an amen?
I like the way we make love as though it might be our last. The intensity. The anger. The strength.
I like it when you call me and tell me that you are thinking of me; that you miss me and want to be with me.
I'm getting frustrated and jealous when you don't answer my calls or sleep at home.
Where are you?
Do I have a right to ask you that?
Do I even have a right to you?
What about me?
I'm not handling this well at all.
I'm alright. It's just fun and games. No emotions involved, right?
WRONG!
I've turned myself into a side order for real. You are willing to experience being with an African...unofficially.
I am not a victim, can't cry foul because I have dug my own grave.
I deserve everything that has happened and yet I want to complain to whoever will stop to listen; that she has treated me like a bitch.
To the boyfriend, I apologise for what I did to your relationship. She probably gave you the 'it's me' sob story and you thought everything had been going so well. If I knew you, I doubt I would be man enough to tell you what happened. So, we have to do it like this.
From my book,
'The Tall Black Guy In The Specs'
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