A Brown Chick Gets a White Boo from New York!

A Brown Chick Gets a White Boo from New York!
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By A Comeaux

Some may call me a Chicago native. Others feel I’m a constant visitor.

What I DO know for sure is that most state lines I’ve crossed yielded far better a quality of men than Chicago.

Sorry fellas.

I’m typically rooting for you but there comes a time when a woman has to take her talents elsewhere.

Case in point, my recent stint in New York awakened my senses in the area of chivalry. My doors were opened, seats arranged, accommodations were plentiful--and with no expectations of ‘favors returned.’

These NYC men treated me like a lady, and my company was extended the same treats without as much of a blink. So why, Chicago men, do you treat your women so cold?

Pardon my generalization; if it doesn’t apply then let it fly.

I’m watching the courtesies extended, literally upon me walking in a room and our beloved Chicago-Rillas fail in comparison to the nation’s coveted gentlemen.

When a man asks you if you’d like a drink, after eye contact and a smile, provides said drink for you and your company and invites you to enjoy your day, naturally you oblige. Me? I invited them to join us. And the night tarried into morning with friendly strangers and familiar randomness. It was the most fun in a refreshing delight that I’d ever encountered. Kindness isn’t a color thing. Kindness isn’t a socioeconomic attribute. Men, it’s okay to do something for a complete stranger without expecting her panties, I promise.

Pro-tip: You have a much higher success rate when you’re chill about the thrill. Feel me?

Yes, we’re strong, independent, do-it alls.

Sure we bear children, nurse them, teach them and discipline them.

We absolutely make the money, buy the food, cook it and clean up after.

Maybe we’re all our own version of Wonder Woman. But there is nothing we can do in all our greatness to ever replace your role.

New York may be a jungle--what major city isn’t?--but after a few complete strangers embraced and spoiled me, and led me to discover my Ukrainian sensation.

I’ve said before that I wasn’t opposed to dating outside my race. I want love and care not what color or form it comes in. At no point did any of these men come off as if they were owed anything beyond a Thank You for their generosity and great company.

We were protected, catered to and well taken care of. Every cab, every round, every dish and every door was handled as if it were rehearsed for Broadway.

While it was all of our first time together, I can tell you now it won’t be my last.

Step it up guys, I’m taking this love fest abroad…

I am A Comeaux and I got me a #whiteBoo from another country in New York! BAM!!
A Comeaux is the writer, speaker and actor who poetically paints pictures of life and love with a paradoxical perspective. Follow her on Twitter @KCOSpoke.

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