KidGalactus
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So, last year about this time I was seeing a girl named Rachel. We'd been seeing each other for some months and I was plainly within the throes of like and she was likewise quite good at reeling me in. Rachel had two kids. Girls aged 2 to 4 and at some point I met and subsequently liked them. They were great kids, you know, like text book tots if there ever were any. Also met as time went on were her mom and brothers. Her brothers, seemingly mute and indistinguishable from one another, were (by her testimony) enmeshed with the klan. Like the KLAN, the klan. You know what Klan I'm talking about. I never really asked what level of involvement we were dealing with here, but regardless, I should probably have taken this casual dropping of the 'K' word as a red flag.
Anyhow. One night I go to pick her up. I'm pretty sure we were on our way to see the new Harry Potter movie. She lived in what would best be described as a trailer shaped stronghold in the middle of this sort of no-man's land surrounded by a junk-yard chain-link fence and a moat of slavering and vicious canines. I waited outside, because her dogs and I only had a sort of uneasy truce. It was sort of understood (by me and the dogs) that any eventual break-up would have to be strategically placed, else the situation slide from uneasy truce to wholesale devouring. We go out to the theater, but we have like an hour or so to kill before the next show, so we hoof it around the plaza for a bit. It was a kind of quaint place, you know, coffee shops and potter painting establishments abounded, oh and of course Barnes and Noble, where we spied a man drawing the most detailed, polished and (seriously) disgusting samurai furry porn I'd ever seen in my life.
We had a good time and started back to the theater, cause the Kid gots to get his Reece's Pieces on before the show starts, and there's this group of kids that are walking in the opposite direction and about to pass us. There wasn't anything really special about them. They were typical black nerds so far as I could tell, kind of reminded me of my little brother and his gaggle of friends. As they got closer, Rachel however, initiated a vice-like death grip around my bicep. I stopped and asked her what was wrong and she looked at me, her eyes were like a deep bright impossible emerald and she said "are you scared of those guys? ... those black guys?"
To which I said "no"
"I am", she says.
So I pried a little bit, which I really didn't want to, I was already starting to feel uncomfortable and she was like really really, retardedly hot and I really didn't want to torpedo the whole thing.
Me: "Why do you think those guys are scary? They're just dumb kids, did they give you a look or something?"
Her: "No, just... black people, you know? They make me nervous and they have guns and I just, it freaks me out"
Me: "Well, I'm a black people, you know. You're not scared of me, are you?"
Her: "No... but it's different"
What followed was a bit more personal an exchange than I'd like to post, BUT basically, I dropped the whole thing once I got the idea that I was the first black person she really knew, but somehow she still had this idea that black people by and large were some kind of hive minded, gun-toting, super-felons that menaced white people because they couldn't hold down jobs or stop having kids out of wed-lock. I figured I could find some kind of way around this, a work-around or something, but I knew that the break-up was going to come sooner than later. After the date, she wanted to fool around in her van a bit, but I wasn't quite feeling it, so I bailed and felt weird on the hour ride back to Orlando from her place. Eventually, I figured I could Superman my way out of it and come up with some kind of work-around, or change her but that disconnect just got wider and wider and eventually I broke up with her for lying/cheating.
The thing is, I always wonder if during the course of Equal opportunity dating something like this has ever happened to anybody else.
Well, GAF?
Anyhow. One night I go to pick her up. I'm pretty sure we were on our way to see the new Harry Potter movie. She lived in what would best be described as a trailer shaped stronghold in the middle of this sort of no-man's land surrounded by a junk-yard chain-link fence and a moat of slavering and vicious canines. I waited outside, because her dogs and I only had a sort of uneasy truce. It was sort of understood (by me and the dogs) that any eventual break-up would have to be strategically placed, else the situation slide from uneasy truce to wholesale devouring. We go out to the theater, but we have like an hour or so to kill before the next show, so we hoof it around the plaza for a bit. It was a kind of quaint place, you know, coffee shops and potter painting establishments abounded, oh and of course Barnes and Noble, where we spied a man drawing the most detailed, polished and (seriously) disgusting samurai furry porn I'd ever seen in my life.
We had a good time and started back to the theater, cause the Kid gots to get his Reece's Pieces on before the show starts, and there's this group of kids that are walking in the opposite direction and about to pass us. There wasn't anything really special about them. They were typical black nerds so far as I could tell, kind of reminded me of my little brother and his gaggle of friends. As they got closer, Rachel however, initiated a vice-like death grip around my bicep. I stopped and asked her what was wrong and she looked at me, her eyes were like a deep bright impossible emerald and she said "are you scared of those guys? ... those black guys?"
To which I said "no"
"I am", she says.
So I pried a little bit, which I really didn't want to, I was already starting to feel uncomfortable and she was like really really, retardedly hot and I really didn't want to torpedo the whole thing.
Me: "Why do you think those guys are scary? They're just dumb kids, did they give you a look or something?"
Her: "No, just... black people, you know? They make me nervous and they have guns and I just, it freaks me out"
Me: "Well, I'm a black people, you know. You're not scared of me, are you?"
Her: "No... but it's different"
What followed was a bit more personal an exchange than I'd like to post, BUT basically, I dropped the whole thing once I got the idea that I was the first black person she really knew, but somehow she still had this idea that black people by and large were some kind of hive minded, gun-toting, super-felons that menaced white people because they couldn't hold down jobs or stop having kids out of wed-lock. I figured I could find some kind of way around this, a work-around or something, but I knew that the break-up was going to come sooner than later. After the date, she wanted to fool around in her van a bit, but I wasn't quite feeling it, so I bailed and felt weird on the hour ride back to Orlando from her place. Eventually, I figured I could Superman my way out of it and come up with some kind of work-around, or change her but that disconnect just got wider and wider and eventually I broke up with her for lying/cheating.
The thing is, I always wonder if during the course of Equal opportunity dating something like this has ever happened to anybody else.
Well, GAF?
