When sexual advances were refused, I was swiftly discarded like yesterday’s trash in favor of others who were much more willing.
Dating, courtship and love I soon learned, could be a painfully messy, heart wrenching affair.
By Michaele Acary Two days after my 29th birthday, I boarded a plane headed for Jordan. In a span of ten years, I had experienced several personal setbacks that left me severely depressed.
With 30 just around the corner, I decided it was time for a change.
For years I waited for Harry to notice me in the sea of blondes and brunettes he dated.
After college, Harry vanished to Korea, and then reappeared on my Myspace page, tenderly cradling his Korean girlfriend.
Take a read of one young woman who took the chance and jumped on a plane.Then he broke up with me to make things official with her. It would be almost a decade until I found the answer to that question in a book called Is Marriage For White People.I began to see them everywhere, walking the halls together hand-in-hand. As I scanned her from head to toe, I couldn’t find what made her so much more desirable than I was. The book detailed, chapter by chapter, the unfair dating and marriage reality that Black women face in America.I chose to not waste another moment wallowing in fear, doubt and darkness.
I chose to stop hiding behind a computer screen and decided to experience life and love in real time.
Love was out there waiting for me and I would go to the ends of the earth to find it.