The other day I mentioned my dislike for men with accents*. I feel I should clarify because it was probably perceived that I meant any type of accent. That is so not the case. I love American accents. Everything from East Point to the East Coast, and even nondescript midwest or…New Orleans. What I don’t love are foreign accents on a Black man.
I’m sure it’s all based on experience. I remember going out with a guy from Senegal a couple of times in college. Eating on the floor of his sister’s dirty kitchen with my hands may or may not have scarred me for life.
And remember the blind date of ’08 when dude called me plus sized and drank his red wine with ice cubes? Yeah, he was British.
And, ummmm, Peter from RHOA? Yuck!
So when I received a phone call from last weekend’s date and heard a very distinct Caribbean accent I was immediately turned off. Still, I tried to be open minded about it. I mean, we were just meeting for a drink. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Right.
And really, it wasn’t that bad, except I had to keep asking him to repeat himself. Did you know I am slightly hard of hearing? I am. Couple that with an accent and I was totally annoyed by the end of the date.
That and he just seemed…soft.
*I know some of you are married to men with accents. This is in no way intended to offend you.