Race

I'm not a big "race" person. I don't care. If someone never tells me they are Vietnamese, my life will go on. I don't need to know, nor will I ask. I either like you for you, or I don't like you because you smell. HA!!HA!! My sense of smell is really bad, so if I do smell you, it's really bad. But, I digress.

Today I was talking to this girl, who is black (it's key to the story). I was telling her how Engineer Guy (who is white) told me that he was surprised she didn't stop by to say goodbye to him on his last day, after asking about him a week earlier. She said "I wasn't even thinking about Engineer Guy. He has been trying to go on a date with me since he first started working here, so what's that three years?" I shrugged my shoulders because I have no idea how long he was working here. Then she said "Besides, who even knew he liked black girls?" I said "I don't know if that's true. Maybe he just liked you." Then she kind of shrugged, and walked away.

SO WHAT?! You are going to care that much whether someone likes black girls or purple girls before you accept a date? I always thought that girl was pretty sensible. I no longer think that. It's really too bad. I absolutely hate when people say stuff like that. "Oh, he's poor considering he's white." Or whatever. I can't even think of any of those stupid statements.