Here's the thing, TDK.
Exclusively being serious about a particular subset of women makes it easier to pedestalise that subset.
Reducing your dating pool it necessarily decreases the activation energy for pedestalisation.
It increases the temptation.
You had already built up this girl so much before the date having posted eagerly about her here, that you had already lost.
You gotta remember you're the prize, King.
As a man.
As a black man.
That's just on the general level.
Here's the
specific:
Black girls in these fair Isles are absolute trash.
Especially in South-East London.
Usually both in looks and personality.
Maybe some of the African ones or island-born Carribean ones are okay, but if so good luck finding them — again, especially in SE London.
Based on my recollection of you mentioning your stats, education, profession, etc. ...
On paper, there's basically zero black British girls who measure up to you.
Because you've limited your attention to a subset where girls of your preferred physical type are a rarity, you have more scarcity mindset when you finally find one. All the things you have going for you fly out the window, and all you can think about is how awesome her body is (i.e. OMG she's not a fat hoodrat must be wife material), forgetting how much more amazing you are.
I'd put down money that chick was a dumb broad with little feminine instincts or skill; had a shit job (if any at all), and was uglier than you without her hour of make-up and couple grand per year dropped on hair and beauty treatments. (Might have had implants too.) Even granting her all that, she'll probably be inferior to you on looks (the only thing she has going) in a couple years.
You don't have to hate her or womankind for it, but you should know your value and keep things in perspective.
For some reason you're not fulfilling your pootie tang potential:
Your industry is stressful. Likely you don't have enough downtime to exercise, sleep, properly decompress, or socialise.
You're traumatised from the stuff that went down that you mentioned a while back and have some degree of PTSD.
You're convinced that non-blacks are heavily discriminating against you all the time.
All these things feed into and exacerbate each other.
Other than (hopefully) your work and (possibly but probably not edifying) girls, are you doing anything that's building yourself and your skills up, and adding meaning to your life?
Medium-term (six months) maybe you need to take a break from caring about girls and fix your mind (and body if it needs it), work/life balance, social life, and hobbies. Put things in perspective, like how that chick's sub-40 BMI ain't that special.
Long-term: What're your moves if you conclude you have to leave Britain for whatever reasons? Have you got anything in the chamber?
Stories like the one posted by the homie mikado are
mirrors: the guys convinced the world is against them will — by virtue of that prior conviction — interpret it in such a way as to conclude it is further evidence of their belief, and having read it will be all the more confident of the belief they walked in with.
You might go to Africa or the islands thinking it'll solve your problems and find yourself even more out of place there. (Or scammed, robbed, or swindled as Archie mentioned.)
The danger with thinking you're a victim is that, whether or not you're correct, you train yourself to be helpless and to find victimhood in future situations.
Sometimes it's worth risking naïveté or gullibility in exchange for the improvement in what you put out into the world, and get back.
Again you can make this a payoff matrix with four cases arising from whether or not you:
(a) assume good faith (and act accordingly) or assume bad faith (and act accordingly)
(b) are indeed discriminated against or are not.
You can also
look at it from a decision theory
perspective.
Have you been abroad much, or even anywhere other than London and such English cities?
I ran out of gas recently in the dead of night on the Missouri-Arkansas border.
Driving around Arkansas sometimes you'd see a certain flag flying.
Went hunting for gas in the darkness with my colleague — also dark and has an afro.
Got too close to a house and some camper vans; dog starts barking.
Dog starts running at us.
Guys coming after us in a pick-up truck with guns.
I should mention that at this point I'm wearing stretch skinny jeans in the American Midwest, just in case the odds weren't stacked enough.
(The following Monday, at this point in the story, all my white Arkansas-born colleagues were having heart attacks and
shitting in their socks.)
In the days prior to this, my colleague had been muttering outrage at all the flags we'd seen driving around, and projecting nervous dark energy at various points in the trip.
At this point he was panicking and only didn't lose his shit because I set the mood by keeping calm and serene.
The guys asked us what we were doing and I explained it calmly.
When the dog was about to get to me, I could easily have assumed it was going to try to maul me. If so, then I could either have let it do so; try to neutralise it without harming it (hardest option); or choked it out / wrung its neck and then dealt with the consequences with its gun-toting owners / local police.
No good options if I thought it was going to attack, but the tone of the situation, while tense, and for all its trappings of threat, did not feel
malevolent.
I could understand the guys' situation and perspective — both that particular situation, and also how they must have guns, a dog, and a vehicle ready for action for self-defence, and for all they knew we were going to murder them.
The people in those small Midwestern towns and cities were pleasant, lovely, and respectful — far moreso than 'multicultural' London.
I put a hand out, ready to move it if the dog went for it with intent; ready to grab.
Or ready to pet.
As mikado's post, so too was my hand a mirror.
The dog veered past then pulled up. It followed me excitedly and seemed to want petting but never touched me.
At first, still suspicious, the guys tried to charge us a 300% mark-up on a gallon.
Eventually, when I told them I only had small change, and I'd cracked a joke to the main man's son about them deploying a fleet of vehicles and made him laugh, they helped us refuel and told us to keep the money for the next gas station.
God bless 'em.
I'm not saying always assume the best or not to trust your gut or look for trouble to prove a point.
But are you really listening to your
gut, or are you listening to a conditioned fear response from somewhere higher up, that has reached a constant fever pitch due to negative assumptions from a small number of actual racially-motivated misfortunes?
My first night in the Midwest, I got pulled over by cops who tailed me, saw me go for an incorrect turn, then drove up my arse causing me to speed (didn't realise they were cops).
Two white cops.
Not realising how the culture's different and how much stricter they are about drinking and driving there, I admitted I'd had two drinks!
Honestly, I was looking in on the situation as it unfolded from outside the situation.
I was legit giggling at the ridiculousness of it, and imagining how my black family would react if they could see it unfold.
Given my strangely calm and jovial demeanour, they asked me to get out the vehicle and stand at the back of the car.
I did so and turned to face it, assuming they were going to arrest me.
They were 'lol wut turn around' and I realised they weren't (yet) arresting me. Again this was immensely amusing so I laughed and caught one of the officer's eyes and he cracked up too before regaining his composure.
I did the 'follow the pen' and they let me go with the minimum they could get away with — just the incorrect turn, nothing for speeding or drink-driving. Even with that, they gave me advice on exactly what I needed to do to try to get it thrown out or reduced to a token penalty.
No problems when I had to go see the (white old man) judge, then went to do the finishing paperwork, and forgot a detail so rudely burst into his courtroom and interrupted his next session to remind me of the detail I forgot.
He even offered me a chance to write a letter and have the offence sealed, since I didn't have time to appeal it while in the U.S.
Maybe at the time of these incidents I'd been
reading too much about
holy fools and
Abraham's infinite resignation and had become, however briefly, a holy-fool
Knight of Faith.
Always assuming the best, oblivious and vulnerable to the darker side of reality is one side.
Always assuming the worst, oblivious and vulnerable to your own paranoia, is another side — one often presented as the bold or daring choice.
But knowing both, balancing on the tightrope and laying your neck on the parapet for fate to spare or sever as it sees fit? Accepting that the price of good faith is to live in the shadow of external mercy?
Few are capable of that. Far easier to slip into one disconnected extreme or the other.
There is a trap many (most?) black British men fall into, of living their whole life in knowing mediocrity in the place they grew up, despite being convinced of its racism. The only thing worse than this knowing mediocrity, they reason, are the surely infinitely more racist lands beyond their nest ... which they've never visited ... because they knew they were racist, right?
You'd slay in the U.S. Midwest. You could also find God-fearing wife material (of every ethnicity) in the Midwest and South.
Typing is long and I'm too busy right now for exchanging PM's. When I'm marginally more free in a couple weeks let me know if you want to talk in person. I've got some long overdue respects I need to pay in South London anyway, so I'll be in the area.
- P