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Well,
I've finally done it. I've been fantasizing about "doing stuff" with a
girl of the opposite race for quite some time now and finally - just a
few nights ago - the fantasy finally became a reality.

It all
went down at a Boston bar called The Pour House on Boylston Street. I
was there with a couple friends and pretty liquored up from a forty of
Natty Ice and a few Bud Lights that were thrown into the mix. It was
probably a few minutes before last call and I saw a black girl dancing
by the bar, kind of by herself, but I guess she must have been there
with friends. She was cute and had a little frizzy Afro and seemed to be
in a good mood. So I decided to chat her up a bit.

Granted, I
was a little drunk, so I don't remember the details of our brief
conversation. All I remember is that she was celebrating her 21st
birthday and that she was from "the ghetto", as she put it - a town
called Mattapan in the outskirts of Boston.

"Awesome. I'm from Walpole," I told her.

"Oh, where the Walmart is," she responded. See, Walpole is known as the closest town south of Boston with a Walmart.

"Yes, where the Walmart is."

So
far, the conversation was going well and her body language was giving
me all the right signals. It wasn't long before I decided that this was
likely my one and perhaps only chance to ever make a move on a "ghetto"
black girl from Mattapan. So I began to spin the wheels into motion:

"You're really cute," I told her.

"Oh, hee hee. Thank you."

"You have really nice skin. Looks really shiny and smooth."

"Oh, hee hee. Thanks."

"Do you mind if I - um - touch it? I mean, that's all I wanna do. I know that may sound weird. But I'm not a creep or anything."

The girl blushed and shyly shrugged her
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 Well, 
 I've finally done it. I've been fantasy about " doing stuff " with a 
 girlfriend of the opposite race for quite some meter now and finally - just a 
 few nights ago - the fantasy ultimately became a reality. 

 It all 
 went down at a Boston legal profession called The Pour House on Boylston Street. I 
 was there with a couple friends and pretty liquored up from a forty of 
 Natty Ice and a few Bud Lights that were thrown into the mix. It was 
 credibly a few minutes before final call and I saw a black daughter dancing 
 by the bar, kind of by herself, but I guess she must have been there 
 with friends. She was cute and had a short frizzy Afro and seemed to be 
 in a good mood. So I decided to chat her up a bit. 

 Granted, I 
 was a little intoxicated, so I don't remember the details of our abbreviated 
 conversation. All I commend is that she was lionize her 21st 
 birthday and that she was from " the ghetto ", as she put it - a town 
 called Mattapan in the outskirts of Boston. 

 " Awesome. I'm from Walpole, " I told her. 

 " Oh, where the Walmart is, " she responded. determine, Walpole is known as the closest town south of Boston with a Walmart. 

 " Yes, where the Walmart is. " 

 So 
 far, the conversation was going well and her body lyric was giving 
 me all the right signals. It wasn't long before I decided that this was 
 probable my one and perhaps entirely probability to ever make a move on a " ghetto " 
 black girlfriend from Mattapan. So I began to spin the wheel into motion: 

 " You're really cute, " I told her. 

 " Oh, hee hee. Thank you. " 

 " You consume really nice skin. Looks really glistening and smooth. " 

 " Oh, hee hee. Thanks. " 

 " Do you take care if I - um - touch it? I think of, that's all I wanna do. I know that may fathom weird. But I'm not a crawl or anything. " 

 The girl blushed and shyly shrugged her
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i've finally DonE iT. I've been fantASiZing about "dOinG stuff" with a
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few niGHts ago - tHE FaNtasY finally became a reALiTY.

It all
went down At a BosToN BaR CAllEd THe Pour HousE oN BoylSTon StreET. I
WAS TheRE with a couple fRiends and prETty LiquorEd Up fROm a forTy of
NAtTY IcE and a few Bud lighTs that werE throwN Into the MIx. It was
ProbabLy a Few MinuTEs BeForE lASt cALl And i Saw A black giRl DaNcing
By thE BAR, Kind Of bY herSelf, bUt I guess she muSt hAve bEEn tHere
wIth frIendS. SHe was Cute anD had a LiTtle frizzy Afro aNd seEmed to be
iN a gOoD moOd. so I deCIded to ChaT heR up a bit.

granted, i
Was A lITTLe Drunk, so I don't remembEr THE dEtails of Our briEF
cOnVErsation. alL I rEmemBER is thAt shE WaS celebraTing heR 21St
BiRthday aNd That shE wAs fRom "The ghETto", aS she puT it - a town
CalleD mattapan in the oUTskirts of BostON.

"AWESoME. I'm fRom walpole," I tolD her.

"oH, wheRe thE waLmaRT is," shE respOnDEd. sEe, Walpole is known as tHe ClosesT town South of Boston With a WalmaRT.

"yEs, where tHe WaLMaRT is."

So
far, the conVersaTion was goiNG well and Her boDy languaGe was giviNG
Me all the RigHt sIgnAls. iT WaSn't long before i DEcidEd That thiS waS
likely My oNe aNd pErhApS only chanCe to ever MaKe A mOvE on A "ghetTO"
black giRl FroM MAttApan. SO i began To spiN the WhEeLS inTo motioN:

"yoU'RE reaLlY cUte," I TolD hEr.

"Oh, hEe heE. thaNk you."

"YoU have realLy nICe skIn. loOks realLy shiny and smoOtH."

"Oh, hee hee. THaNks."

"do you mIND if I - um - toUch it? I mean, that's all I wannA Do. I know ThaT may sOund Weird. But I'M noT a creeP or ANythinG."

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c on versat ion.All I remembe r is thats h e  was cel ebra t in g  her 21st
birt hdayand that s h e was fr om "t he ghett o", as sh e put it -  atow n
c all e d  M attapan in th e outs ki rts ofBos ton.

" Awe som e.I'm  f rom Walpo le," I t ol dhe r. 

" Oh, w h ere theWa lma rt  is ," sh e  respo nded.  See ,Wa l pol e is kn o wn a s th ecl oses t t ow n sou th o f  Bo ston wi th a Walm art . 

"Y es ,where t he Walmart is ." 

So
far,th e c onvers a t ion wasgoing well and her body languag e w as gi ving 
me all t herightsig n als. I t wasn 't lo ng  be f o re Id e ci ded  t hat this w a s 
li kelymy  one  and pe rhaps only chancet o e ver make a mo veon a " gh ett o "b lac kg irl f rom Mattapan. S o I beganto sp in the whe e lsin to moti on:

"Y ou're reallycute," Itold her. 
"Oh, h eehee. Thank  you."
"You have reall y  n ice s kin . Look srea lly s hiny a n d s mooth ."

"O h,  hee h ee. T ha nks."

" Do you mind if I - um -  touch  it?I m ean, that 'sa llI wanna d o. I  know that  ma y s oundwei r d. Bu t I' m  n ota  cree p or anything. " 
The g ir l blushed a n d shy ly sh rug g ed her 
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Well,
I've finally done it. I've been fantasizing_about_"doing stuff"_with_a
girl_of the opposite race for_quite some time now and_finally -_just a
few nights ago - the fantasy finally_became_a reality.

It all
went_down at a Boston bar called The Pour House_on Boylston Street. I
was there with_a couple friends_and_pretty_liquored up from a_forty of
Natty Ice and a few_Bud Lights that were thrown into_the mix. It was
probably a few minutes_before last call and I saw_a black girl dancing
by the_bar, kind_of by herself, but I_guess she must_have been_there
with friends. She_was cute and had a little_frizzy Afro and_seemed to be
in a good mood._So_I decided to_chat_her_up a_bit.

Granted, I
was a_little_drunk, so_I_don't remember the details of our_brief
conversation._All I remember is that she was_celebrating her 21st
birthday and_that_she was from "the_ghetto", as she put it_- a town
called Mattapan in the_outskirts of_Boston.

"Awesome. I'm_from Walpole," I told her.

"Oh, where the Walmart is," she responded._See, Walpole is known as the_closest town south of_Boston with_a_Walmart.

"Yes, where the_Walmart_is."

So
far, the_conversation was going well and her body_language was_giving
me all the right signals. It_wasn't long before I_decided_that this was
likely my one and_perhaps only chance to ever make_a move on a "ghetto"
black_girl_from_Mattapan. So I began to_spin the wheels into motion:

"You're really_cute," I told_her.

"Oh, hee hee. Thank you."

"You have really_nice_skin. Looks really shiny and smooth."

"Oh,_hee_hee. Thanks."

"Do you mind if I_-_um_- touch it? I mean,_that's all I wanna do. I_know that may sound weird. But I'm not a_creep or anything."

The_girl blushed and shyly shrugged_her