Edward had approached the guy, who offered the sort of specific, detailed response one might actually expect in a country that is but 20 years removed from institutionalized racial segregation.
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Edward assured me there were plenty of others just like him.
In a city in which everyone, white and black, had been perfectly pleasant to me since my arrival from the more traditionally "African" (i.e., black) Johannesburg, where I'd had several racial epiphanies over five days, it was solid evidence that despite the official end of apartheid in 1994, it was still lurking in dark corners.
Everyone, white or black, must field trashy come-ons at some point, but, in general, there has been a distinct difference between my interactions with white gay expats and white gay South Africans in Cape Town.
The former are more likely to at least feign interest in the man behind the skin color and suggest a coffee date, while the latter, if they're interested at all, rarely seem to be up for anything more than anonymous and, well, closeted, sex. I'm not making a sweeping generalization about gay white South Africans or even saying that my interactions with them are always defined by race.
You start to notice trends and subtle differences that might be barely perceptible to the naked eye without months of experiences and the corroboration of people who've had similar ones.
I received my first inkling that dating in Cape Town would be a new and distinct challenge one week in, courtesy of Edward, a black American who had been living and studying here for one year.
In one, there's great diversity and contrast, with many different colors and shades converging and diverging.
On one street -- Long, for instance -- you can be surrounded by black and "coloured" (mixed-race) people, while just a few blocks away -- on Kloof, or on Bree -- the bar and restaurant clientele suddenly fades from mostly black to almost totally white.
Many of them didn't even bother with perfunctory niceties, just diving right in: Those with slightly more finesse rarely seemed to be interested in meeting in public.