Going Black...

"I don't see why some women go for black men." I remarked to my friend Stacy as we drove down the street. My head was turned facing the window, staring out as we drove past a group of thugged out kids hanging out on a street corner.

"Where did that thought come from?!" Stacy giggled and turned to regard me with surprise. I smiled and looked back at her with a shrug.

"I don't know. I just never understood the appeal. Sure, there are some good-looking black guys... but I don't really understand what's so special." I said offhandedly, feeling suddenly disinterested in the conversation. It really was just a statement I had decided to make.

"Well, maybe you should try it and find out." Stacy smirked and kept driving. I grimaced, and looked grossed out.

"Thanks, I'll pass." I felt sick to my stomach actually at the thought... "Eww. No.. no thanks." With that sign of disgust, the night kept going. We had a girl's night out until she dropped me off at my apartment.

Riding the elevator, I thought little of that conversation, or even the evening. As I exited the doors, I walked down the hall to see a blonde-haired girl standing in the hallway wearing little more than high-heels and an incredibly high-cut black jacket... I could actually see her butt. I shook my head, looked down and kept walking.

She stood in front of the door of my neighbour, a black guy, coincidentally enough whom I'd always just ignored. She was kissing him, presumably good night, and stumbled backward. "Mmmmm I can't wait to see you again." She smiled,and walked off. I looked at her through the corner of my eye as she passed towards the elevator. I felt another grimace cross my face. It was a gross thought still, and I couldn't help but look at the young guy standing in his doorway looking after her as she entered the elevator.

I shook my head disparagingly and shrugged muttering under my breath. "Some people have to make their own mistakes." He caught me staring and fixed his eyes on me as I stared with my look of callous disregard. He wore boxer shorts, and a white tank top. His black skin contrasting heavily against the white. He responded almost instantly to my look with a frown. And I quickly tilted my head down and walked faster, already holding my keys in hand. I quickly put them in into the door and began to fumble with the door...

"Hey, what is your problem, bitch?"

He called and my heart suddenly beat. Not wanting to have a confrontation... I struggled with the door.