While we never considered finding a bull by virtue of race, my wife and I have been open to finding bulls based upon their personality, how they treat a lady, and how physically attractive they are to my wife.
Back in the early 2000s, we had our sailboat docked near Baltimore Harbor for a summer season. One of the guys on our dock had a small skiff he took out every day. The man's name was Del and he was a super nice guy who would offer to help anybody on the dock, Over the summer we became friends and began to invite him out on sunset sails. Del would help cast us off, and then as I motored out of the dock, Del and I would hoist the main and get the sails trimmed. Once under sail Del would return below deck where my wife would be working on prepping dinner and pouring wine. My wife and Del would laugh and joke, flirt, and drink wine together For several months the relationship remained completely platonic,
One night we decided to anchor out to watch the rise of a New Moon and we all sat out for a few hours in the cockpit drinking wine and talking, My wife began to flirt with Del and he was flirting back. As the weather began to change with a northeastern type wind, we moved below deck and I lit the three alcohol burners we used for heat. Within moments the cabin was a toasty 80 degrees and layers were being pulled off. I finally got the cabin up to 86 degrees and it was hot, so Del was in a pair of shorts, and my wife was in her panties both sitting at the Nav table. The flirting turned to kiss and then to physical contact.
Del is a very dark-complected man while my wife is a very pale-complexed middle European. What struck me was not that he was a black man, he was a man and that was all that mattered. I loved to see the contrasts of them together.
