This black chick told me, “I like your yarmulke.” No white chick has said this to me.
Chaim Amalek: “Perhaps this explains why African slaves were so popular with early white planters in the south. Not for the free labor they provided, but for the wonderful compliments they gave.”
One consistent pattern I’ve noticed is that black people give far more effusive — and effective — compliments.
A young white guy once told me that he had been in a bar in New Orleans with some friends when a 6’6″ 300 pound black man had come up to him, clapped his hand on the young man’s shoulder, and said, “Man, you sexy as fuck! We gonna get us some pussy tonight!” It turned out that the huge guy was a football player in town for a game; he happened to be coked up. The young guy was initially a little shocked, and wasn’t even sure at first that the football player wasn’t somehow hitting on him (he wasn’t). But he remembered the compliment, and felt good about it later.
This same young guy once wandered, semi-drunk, into a nightclub in New York City by himself. He chatted briefly with the bouncer, a huge black man, then made his way in. When he emerged an hour or two later with a girl, the bouncer said to him, “I knew you wouldn’t be leaving alone.” The young guy later said it was one of the highest compliments he had ever been paid.
Another young guy, a connoisseur of strip clubs, once told me that white strippers will all give the same few rote compliments in hopes of a better tip. They’ll either say, you’re cute, or, you’re not like the rest of the guys who come in here, or something to that effect. But he had been to a club recently where he’d chatted with a black stripper, and she had told him, “You have the eyes of a killer.” The young man, who prides himself on his toughness, was extremely flattered by this.
