Close, but no cigar

September 30, 2009

I ventured onto campus yesterday.  It is astir with people and activities.  I was comforted to see what appeared to be a juggling club.  It reminded me of the sword and quill club of BYU days.  I went to the library to use the internet and was chatting away with my good friend Tara when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone approaching.  I thought at first he was going to use the computer next to me, but I was mistaken.  He, in fact, was coming to talk to me.  The first words out of his mouth were not hello as one might expect, but “I like your hair.”  I’m pretty sure that’s the first time that particular thing has happened to me.  I made some comment about them not having anything like it where he’s from and then he told me he was from Africa, which I had already surmised.  I was nice enough to him without encouraging him and after a few moments he left.  I have a feeling that this may not end up being an isolated event.  Tara was disappointed that I didn’t take advantage of him for my first snog blog entry.  I have decided to clarify for the purposes of future reference.  While I do like black guys, I prefer them not to be fresh off the boat, as it were.  I like them with a little white in them and a general knowledge of appropriate social interaction according to our culture.  It also doesn’t hurt if they have diamond stud earrings, a couple of tattoos, and a ghetto-fabulous strut.