Like, I get all of the nuance and subtlety of a Black woman that you’ve been hitting on…I can perceive and appreciate their essence and character…quicker than other non-Blacks…due to having lived under a Black woman’s roof my whole life…
But then my reptilian brain gets triggered and everything suddenly descends into a state of superficiality…
In my head: “Oooo…what a lovely hair texture and skin tone you have…
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“Oooo…l like the voice that goes w/ them voluminous lips…
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“My oh my…what a shapely figure and rotund derriere you have…
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I suppose you could say that it’s just the CAC in me
But it most likely comes down to the fact that I’m a porn-addicted incel who’s had little interaction with women, let alone the Black variety…