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Reason #1 it was a bad idea for me to move to Atlanta: Black men.
I don’t say that in a negative way at all, honestly, but I’m not attracted to that variety of man. They sure are attracted to me though. Let me break it down for you.
I’m a little white girl with an ass that goes for days. My backside has a mind of its own. Not only do have the bottom of a black woman but I also have the tits to match. This translates very plainly into: RUN, GIRL, RUN.
I went to see my friends at their place of business tonight and one of the guys in the kitchen—a very odd African-American by the name of Dexter—decided he liked what I had to offer. He kept asking all of the servers about me and I was, needless to say, a little taken aback. Thank God for little Drew, who told him I was spoken for. Andrew kept threatening to give Dexter my number and then Drew got in on it and UGH. Not having it.
If anybody asks, I’m now married to Andrew. Because, really, I’ll fucking kill him if he says otherwise.
