So I go to my favorite drinking hole last night and meet up with several of my fellow lushes. There is one lush in particular, we'll call him Scott ('cause that's his name), who feels that he must try his best to talk trash to me. Unfortunately, he's not very good at the art of verbal sparring. Even worst, he thinks he is. And even worst than that, he feels the need to display his ineptitude publicly, presumably in front of the female gender.

He begins displaying his lack of creativity last night and, unfortunately for him, I was in a zone. There was nothing he could say that I didn't have some kind of comeback for. His inebbriated state of mind didn't help him either. You know, I joked that man about everything he stands for just about and when I tried to stop he would continue to egg me on. It was almost like he was asking for self punishment. I felt bad for a good two, maybe three minutes....

Check out my website. Link is to the left. I haven't messed with it in a long time but I plan to get back to editing it and bringing it up to date a little bit more.

I suppose it is time I tell a little about myself.

I'm male, 27 years old, 28 in a couple of days. I am in the information technology industry. I'm quite sexy when I want to be (if I say so myself, and I just did). I have a wonderful girlfriend that you have already made acquaintances with in an earlier blog. I drink and I smoke. I grew up near the beach but never went to it. Now that I live in Atlanta, I kind of miss having the beach around really.

I am a Laker fan, first and foremost. Then, I am a VT Hokie fan. Lastly, I am a Washington Redskin fan. I think baseball sucks. Actually I don't even think it is a sport. Anything you can chew tobacco and play at the same time is not a sport. Any activity where the 'leader' only plays once every five or six games is not a sport. Any activity where the entire game can be played twice in a single day is not a sport. To me, sport implies physical exertion to the point of exhaustion and inability to make said exertion again once initial exertion has been completed. Any activity where the playing field changes sizes based on a city's whim is not a sport. Any activity where a player is special if he is 40 percent (batting .400) successful in something that he's done his entire life is not a sport. Okay, that last one wasn't the best example. Anyway, baseball is a pasttime, maybe the national pasttime, but still only a pasttime. Much like checkers....

Good readers, welcome! My heathen week has ended (not that you knew it had started) and my gal has returned home from her vacation.

In any case, feel free to send your comments to xdavis25@charter.net. I forgot to mention that earlier. Eventually (read: when I get around to it), I will put a comment tracker on here and some other things that are feedback related. But for now, send email.

I don't feel like talking about interracial relationships for the moment so let's focus our energy on . . . . relationships as a whole. Why are women crazy? Why does the gentler sex have such a vivid loss of reality sometimes?

Seriously, I cannot understand what females are thinking half of the time. I know, I know, the female readers will say men are crazy. But that's garbage. Men can explain very logically why they do what they do or did what they did. Women, on the other hand, will start to explain but then travel so many freakin' tangents that by the time they have finished their explanation, you are completely unaware of the initial topic and weary of asking for fear of starting her up again.

Why do interracial relationships make others outside the relationship so angry? It's kind of funny actually. The fact that who I date, or rather the race of who I date, can change a person's mood. I'm not trying to be the holier than thou narrator. I have been on both sides of the coin. In college (VA TECH), I basically refused to date white women. I spent most of my time in a predominantly white environment being considerably prejudiced. After college, I moved to Atlanta, the new chocolate city, and fell for a white woman. How ironic. I wasn't looking for a white woman nor is my preference limited to strictly white women. I was simply into L-Boogie and that is what drove, and continues to drive our relationship. Why is that so hard to understand?

So, L-Boogie went with me to my family reunion weekend before last. It was everyone's first time meeting here, except for my parents who have known her for quite some time. I didn't know what to expect from my family. I can't say that we are as tight knit a family as we could be, but when we are together we are pretty tight. It's just that we're all together once a year at best. I think L-Boogie was nervous at first, very quiet, just taking it all in. But before long, her mouth was at full power and she was herself. I love that woman. My family didn't seem moved by our interracialness one way or the other. They actually embraced her more than I expected.

Today's Topic: Interracial Dating

A hot topic at times, interracial dating has been more common in society. This is largely due to the 'changing of the guard' in our society. Young people don't see their peers race nearly as quickly as their parents did at that age. They aren't as programmed as once was the case. This stands true for my generation as well (generation x'ers, what what!!). As a black man dating a white woman that I will eventually marry, I live in the delight of an interracial relationship.

L-boogie (code name I'll use for my gal) doesn't see the constant looks we receive from people walking through the mall, restaurant, or whatever. It's not just white people looking at you either. Some of the worst glares I have actually received have come from my people. More specifically, black woman looking at me with expressions bordering on utter disgust. Rarely, do I notice a look from a black man that is so outwardly disapproving.

This brings to mind an incident that happened at work. When a black coworker found out that I was dating L-Boogie, she immediately said, "You only like the white women!" Funny thing is that this is the only white woman I have ever dated in my life and she just happened to be the one. But to hear my co-worker talk, she would have you believe that I was on the search for a white woman, that I thought I was too good for a black woman. She still comes to me and says these things now but I have my own way with dealing with it. Whenever she gets on a rant, I ask her to speak up just to see if she is willing to say what she is saying loud enough for the white coworkers to hear. She suddenly becomes quiet. She's a pretty cool coworker. . . . .when she isn't talking.

Hello my soon to be faithful readers. What you are fixing to experience is the world from my eyes. I invite you to disagree, agree, or shut the hell up at any given time.