Subject: A Little Black 

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 16:40:57 -0400 (EDT) 







In the elevator this morning, flush from a workout, I was witness to two

odd conversations. The first was between three young women; one was

giddily relating her recent social adventures to the other perky two.

Apparently she had recently undergone some sort of sexual awakening.

"Irene created a monster," she said, referring to her friend whose

advice had presumably been to live a little. She described dating

various "boys." 





"And so we went out again, you know, dinner, dancing, out 'til 4, that

whole thing, and then that night..." (a dramatic pause) "...I kissed a

different boy!" Her friends indulged her with appreciative gasps as they

left the elevator.





The doors closing, the conversation of the other couple rose to my ears.

A black man and woman.





"...I mean ain't nobody pure..." 





"Uh-huh" 





"...not black people, not white people..." At this point she nudged my

backpack; I turned from the door to face them.





"Yeah, you know it," the man said to me. "You know what I mean. You got

a little black in you."





I smiled agreeably, not quite knowing how to react. ("Agent XZ47 to

mother ship: my disguise is a success! The foolish subjects think that I

am one of them.")





The door opened, and as they walked out I replied, "Everyone's got a

little black in them." His "Yeah, that's true" was truncated by the door

shushing closed.





- Alex





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