Black Girls Don’t Blush

We were supposed to have lunch that afternoon. I wore a black tank top and a bright red skirt.

I didn’t look too desperate

You wore an aqua green shirt, like the color of the sea. My best friend would call it sky blue however.

Sky blue...aqua green…whatever

You said something nice about my top. If I was white I would have blushed all the way down to my neck with your eyes dancing all over my chest.

‘Tell me, do you play chess?’ I had my reasons for asking.

‘Chess is for losers, I spend my time wisely’

Oh well, I thought, what an irony.

You told me other things that made me laugh anyway. Some adult jokes, some funny pranks. My Mother would have a fit! But I am an adult. Seventeen years on this planet qualifies me. So there you go.

Our date crawled on like a caterpillar and turned into a moth when I felt your foot rubbing my thighs under the table. Oh no! It was only our second date and now I have to stop starting to like you.