While entertained by the usual shenanigans of Twitter yesterday, an interesting post title caught my eye. Originally published on August 16, 2011, TheBlackManCan.org Twitter’s account @TheBlackManCan shared one of their throwback post, His Story: Falling BLACK In Love about a man’s instantaneous and unapologetic love for a beautiful black woman he but briefly encounters. I felt this story definitely needed to be read, heard, and shared – and who better to start with than our SBM family?
Hope you enjoy…
TheBlackManCan.org: Falling BLACK in Love
Once in an elevator I spotted a young lady. I was on my way to work and she was on her way to who knows where. At that moment, to quote The Godfather (one of my favorite movies), I was hit by the “thunderbolt”. Visually stunned, I took in her beauty. Her skin was a deep chocolate, her hair a kinky mass of velvet black, her teeth white like new Easter Sunday shoes. I think everyone in the elevator noticed my dazed glare. She looked at me in a questioning manner. Almost as if by some compulsion I blurted, “You’re so beautiful.” She smiled and appeared shocked. I think everyone including me was shocked. She was not the kind of girl who would understandably have men in such a state of adolescent panic. She was not some modelesque type with the generally accepted wow factor.
I can only do my best to describe what I felt at that moment. It makes no sense at all that I would feel that way about a total stranger. In five minutes of her presence I thought of things that hadn’t crossed my mind in all the years of my romantic relationships. I saw in her a wife, the mother of my children, the keeper of my house, and the comforter of my soul. She was like a vessel that swept me away to a place that I have never been, but had always been looking for. Home!
I pondered the entire day on what had happened inside of me. The misery I felt as she exited the elevator. What was it about this woman that had unraveled me so easily? It came to me suddenly that I loved her blackness. Every detail of her was unapologetically and beautifully black. Every part of me understood and appreciated every part of her. It was as if I had been living in a strange country my entire life and unexpectedly met someone from my homeland. This was in fact my first taste of Black Love.
The very nature of a black man is to love a black woman. I’ve come to realize…read more.
About the Author: Mike Phil of Miami. I’m a liberal, post racial, Agnostic, pro-feminist. I believe common sense is a refusal to individually reason. If legally permitted I would be a proactive Darwinist.