“Oh, no.. not him..” Vee laments wistfully. She averts her gaze from me and tilts her head toward her dinner, feigning an absolute disbelief in the revelation.

“Taye Diggs? Really? He married a white woman?” Her head tilts up now, and eye contact is established once again, but only for a moment. It was my turn to turn away.

“What,” I begin sheepishly, “don’t tell me you’d never date someone outside of your race.”

Although we were of different ethnicities( she’s Indian and I’m Namekian ), I think she knew what I was really asking: would she ever date someone who wasn’t a minority. I knew that she was feigning astonishment in regards to the union of Diggs and his Wicked wife, but I couldn’t gauge just what her true feelings were about miscegenation.

“I would.. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just-- for me…--“ she pauses, turns her eyes onto me, and began to speak with a soft smile. “I gotta’ have my chocolate.”

I clear my throat and glance down at my slice of pizza before quickly changing the subject.

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My roommate must think me queer.

I've been listening to "The best of friends" from The Fox and the Hound over and over again and sniffling because it's so sad.

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