Jan. 12, 2012 @ 4:35 PM _
So, for those of you know “know” a little about me, you might be wondering why I did what I did, but I went on a date with a guy recently. Yep, that’s beside the point for the purposes of this entry. He was like the feminist’s version of a comedy of errors, so the experience is now my party story with my lesbian and feminist friends. Right or wrong to laugh at it, I do do that, so pardon me.
To start off, I knew the kid back when we were really, really young and he decided to message me. Fine. Then all of a sudden he was asking if I wanted to go out sometime and I said sure so we planned on the next day. The day of he texts and asks if I’m sure I want to drive. He would be happy to pick me up. Thanks, but I can drive myself. “Its really fine, I’m a good driver.” He says. Thanks, but I am too. He keeps on insisting. It’s like a Taylor Swift song, except this girl doesn’t want to be in the passenger seat. (I promise it isn’t just my pride that I didn’t except what most would see as a normal offer. There’s more under the surface.) He finally gave up on that and just met me in front of the eatery.
We get seated and he starts berating my major. He says it’s a “girls major” for people who can’t do math and science. He then tells me that he is going to end his undergraduate in a few years with 3 bachelors. One in biomedical engineering, mechanical engineering and nuclear physics- along with a masters in aeronautic engineering. He then asks what the pinnacle of my career would be. I tell him and he interjects with- Mine would be skydiving… FROM SPACE. And then tells me he wants to be a flight attendant for a space shuttle for rich people who want to buy a trip to space.
Nope, you haven’t reached the bad part yet. He then pauses and says, you know. I hope I don’t freak you out, but I kind of have a thing for asian and Hispanic girls. Theyre just so gentle and demure. They never cause any problems and do what their told.
WHAT? So, I asked the waitress for two separate checks and told him I was going to go. He asked where I was going. I said I was going to go shopping. Oh! I’ll go with you. And then he proceeded to follow me around the mall. I literally could not shake him. So then he goes, “are we done here? I want to go.” I told him yes, although I had intention to stay and he tried to drive me home. No thanks.
Sorry, this story had no purpose, but I just felt like sharing.
You know, high school sex ed really should have a section about how to NOT eroticize women of color.