How to date, mate and relate. Mixing race, culture and creed.
Walking the streets of London is equivalent to walking down a haute couture runway. When I leave my flat, I have to keep up with the well-dressed women (and men) of London that constantly have me flipping through the glossy pages of my fashion magazines.
Turning heads, coy smiles, and sudden attempts at conversation: things I experience everyday down in London. I’m going to answer the question I’m sure all of you have been wondering. Are the Brits down for the swirl? YES, ladies. And the desire is strong.
With American elections slowly coming to a close, it is important to realize how lucky we are to have our voices heard not only for our choice of President, but the propositions within our own state.
It looks like Italian and Korean haven’t gotten the message that black women aren’t approachable. Take a read at how this traveling sistah fares in the dating world beyond the U.S. of A.
Before I went to Greece, I pictured it looking like the movie Mamma Mia or the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I expected to be surrounded by blue skies, an even bluer ocean, and white sand nestled between my toes.
But as usual, my perfect image of how something should be was shattered. And I’m happy it was. When I first arrived at Athens for my educational field trip, I can’t say I was impressed. I saw dark alleys, cracked sidewalks, and graffiti. Everything I thought Greece wasn’t.
This is where I realized that the British dance A LOT differently than Americans. For a good hour, My friends and I were under the impression we were in a gay club. Because if we had been back in the states, guys would already be trying to grab us from behind. In the US, if I guy isn’t dancing with a girl, he will just hang out on the outskirts until he finds one. But here, guys had no problem dancing with each other.
Meet Niala, BB&W newest international roving reporter.
College girls, get on in here!
I’ve had to deal with a lot of “noise” from people in my life who have something to say about my travel lifestyle.
Measured my waist–30 inches. Two more inches to go. Will I then book a trip to Croatia? Nope. It’s too late for me, but not for you, my little chocolates.