Ewww!!! I can't even imagine it! Such a waste of time. Such head games. Such bullshit.
Oh - the race thing? Couldn't care about that any less. I think, actually, that when two people of different races/ethnicities/skin tones are romantically/sexually attracted to each other, it immediately lifts the excitement and subliminally delivers the message from each to the other that their mutual values are such that superficial bunk and (even in 2011!!!!) the possibility of public scrutiny (at least in some parts of the "yeee hawww, git along liddle dawgie!" United States doesn't matter one damned bit.
Before I "untwisted" my understanding of my own sexuality, I actually did have a relationship with a black girl from Piscataway, NJ. whom I met when our choirs got together during a tour my high school "Chamber Singers" was doing (Hanover, MA).
It was rivetting, exciting - she was sensual and yes - even though I am gay ('splains a lot that I'll not get into here) - pretty damned hot. She had an energy and allure and I an underclassman naivete that I thought the fact that she was older and from "Jersey", had such an absolutely irresistible "dangerousness" or "I can't believe I'm 'playing' so far out of my league!" - my words now at 39, not how I put it at 16 - quality to it.
And yes, even now, I can appreciate that I thought she was just so satiny and sophisticated (and a damned f@#$ing hot-good alto - who could hit we tenors' mid-range notes with Etta James sultriness. Hey - I was smitten, man!
Anyway - the racial thing is irrelevant on the "bad side" and tantalizing on the good. But - I haven't been on a date, or even stepped into "my kind of bar" in a gajillion years - and I don't miss it. That's a long story, too. No - not "scarred for life" by some trauma or rejection or whatever. Just not interested anymore. My health, my music, my writing, and how I feel about making life better for those folks I serve in my "day job" are plenty taxing and fulfilling.