Some Men Are Just Trash, Now Admit That’s How You Like Them

There’s nothing honorable about dating with the intent to repair your partner.

My friend, we’ll call her Andrea, has her stuff together. She’s beautiful, intelligent, professionally motivated, edges poppin, you name it, she’s definitely out here doing it. Now, if only that excellence translated to her love life. Don’t get me wrong, the fish are biting. There is no shortage of interest, and quality isn’t lacking either. But it’s not those fish she wants. Nope. My friend is a professional fixer-upper. Send her your bearded bum, your struggling rapper, your couch-surfing part-time youth pastor, and she will see to it that he never misses a meal. Somehow she manages to do all that soul-saving while loudly proclaiming that Black men are trash. Sure, some are but that’s exactly how she likes them. And some of you do too.

I’ve known Andrea for almost six years and at the start of our friendship, I would’ve never implied that she was a scrub chaser. From what I could tell she, like a lot of other women, had some sort of magnetic forcefield around her, constantly luring the nearest hefty bag baller right into her path. I believed her when she told me about her bad luck with men and then I realized that she was the bad luck. These guys weren’t mystically drawn to her in some demented moth to flame like fashion, she was actually…