Monday, April 20, 2009

lost in translation 15

it was a beautiful summer saturday that i sat in a little sidewalk café with (now ex) catalan boy, trying to ascertain whether or not we had anything at all in common besides pretty good sex. apparently, he was thinking about the same thing. well, he was thinking about the sex part at least.

excatalanboy: am i big enough for you?

i managed to turn my face to the pavement just in time for a mouthful of coca cola to spray out.

me: seriously?

excatalanboy: [without one ounce of shame] yeah, i just want to know if my... you know... is big enough for you.

me: uh..

excatalanboy: well, if you compare it to other ones you've... had.

me: no good can come of this conversation.

excatalanboy: i just want to make sure i'm pleasing you.

me: does it seem like you're not?

excatalanboy: it's just... you're black, so you're made for black men. and they have bigger penises.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm glad I wasn't drinking anything because it would have meant curtains for my laptop!!! LMBAO!!! Just damn... I love reading your blog!

em.

Ola said...

OMG this is priceless!!! I'm home sick today and this is the first thing that has made me LMAO today. Thank you for sharing!

ieishah said...

ladies, if you're laughing imagine my reaction? i don't think i could look at him with a straight face for, like, a week after! @ em, thanks for reading! i love writing it! and ola, get well soon...