First off I just want to say I know this should be a blog, but c'mon, not enough people read blogs here. I should open a Xanga or something. I'm sorry if I annoy you or w/e, you can stop reading now and go to another thread. Now this post is supposed to be taken in humoursly, so please try not to get offended.
With that said, enjoy:
Black chicks dig desi(Indian or Paki) guys. Don't ask me why, but since you did anyways, I'll tell you. I'm thinking that these black girls are kind of fed up with black guys who are all about thuganomics, but they don't want to go for white guys either, so who's left? Us, the browns. Also, a lot of desi's think they're black anyways, so its not like black girls are missing out on all the urban culture. And there's another reason too, but I'm just going to give you a warning right now, (since this is a family site) not to read the next few sentences if you're a pussy. But since I know you're going to read the next sentence anyways because you're on MTF, and all MTFers are nosy, here goes. Our wangs are the second biggest of all the races. And since it's a huge sacrifice for black chicks to give up the black cock, they go for the second best, which is of course, desi's. And obviously, white people aren't really packing anything at all.
So why am I telling you all this stuff about black chicks liking desi guys? Because I don't like it when black chicks hit on me, that's why (I'm not racist, just my preference). And because I was hit on by a black chick during my anthropology lecture. Now my anthro class is boring as hell, and my professor's voice is ear piercing, so many students opt to skip class. I go for the first fifteen minutes to copy down notes (because she only goes through one slide of notes per class), and since I leave early, I sit in the back that way I don't make a scene leaving. So I walk into class with my headphones on and I sit in a deserted row. I have this whole row to myself right, the whole row. Well this black girl comes and sits right next to me. Seriously, right next to me. In my head I'm thinking, what the fuck? All these seats to choose from, and you choose the one right next to me, restricting the amount of space I have to relax. So I'm already in a bad mood and while I'm putting away my cd walkman/player she's like "Who were you listening to?" "LL Cool J, Mama Said Knock You Out" I replied. She predictably said "He is sooo fine, I wanna be his babies mama." Then I sarcastically said "Yea what a hunk." She laughed and stuck out her hand and said "Kyesha" and now I'm thinking, wow, that's a classy move; I'll see where this goes, and I said "Mohamed" and shook her hand. Soon enough, class starts and I'm taking down notes as fast as I can so I can leave. So I get all the notes down, and walk out the door. I hear someone running when lo and behold, it's Kyesha. Here's how our conversation went.
Kyesha catches up to me and says: "Listen, you wanna be my boy?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Yea, you good?"
"Dude (I use "dude" a lot), I don't even know you, and besides, you're not my type."
Wrong answer. Enter quintessential pissed off crazy ass black woman.
"What chu mean I ain't yo type?" (With sassy hands flying all over the place along with the neck thing on top of that)
"I mean you're not my type, I can have preferences can't I?"
"So what, you don't like black chicks?"
"W*ell fuck you then."
"Yea, you'd like to wouldn't you?"
And I walk away, leaving her pissed off and thinking about who she's gonna get to do a drive by on me.