My final relationship occurred when the monotony of freshman college life reared its ugly head. My morning was filled with lectures, and my next flame was in them all. His fluffy blonde hair, thick rimmed glasses, and sweet smile did me in. He was full of compliments. Saying how strong I was, how great I was in bed, and how beautiful my dreads were. I loved the attention, and for a few weeks, dating him was a breath of fresh air. Then I met his friends, and the tokenism started. I am no one's black trophy. I dumped him immediately.