I’ve gone on a few dates with white guys in the last few months, and the same thing always happens.During a bathroom break or a trip to the bar, I’ll check my phone, and almost always there is a news alert telling me Donald Trump is attempting to curtail, or has just succeeded in curtailing, the rights of marginalized people in America.
It’s not that I don’t think white people are anxious; two months into Trump’s presidency, most of the white people in my life are activated.
They’re in the streets, calling senators and congressmen, attending community board meetings, and holding sign-making parties. But while the political universes of my white friends are cracking open, I’m feeling more inclined than ever to cloister myself.
We also have several photo albums of single women that are not posted on the site, as some ladies have joined our service but are not yet comfortable with the internet.
Whenever I’m standing on a subway platform, I play this game: I hover near a person I think is cute and try to slowly make my way over to him so we get in the same car. Like most of the girls in my class, I wanted attention from the boys.
Despite knowing I can feel intimacy with white guys, right now what divides us feels like a chasm.