What is the world coming to?
Every time i check my email, there’s some white girl on the side of my screen inviting me to…what they call “chat.”
Every time.
Look, you seem like a nice girl. Really. But..um..how can i put this nicely? you are, like, so not my type. i’m afraid i’ma have to ask for my space.
She just keeps laughing. i think she thinks i’m joking. or playing hard to get. Because she’s there again. Laughing. Then placing her finger on her lip as she turns her head to the side, slightly, in what i’m assuming is her seductress pose, her “come hither” stare, if you will. (more…)
