from mine.
I pulled out my tickets. “Could you come look?”
She actually managed to look my way, and her eyes widened so hard it made her makeup crack. “No way! You won tickets to the game? I was going to buy my own, but I don’t have much money.”
Instead of pointing out how she buys makeup more expensive than my meal plan, I just nodded. “I’m not usually the type of girl who goes to a game, but I thought it would be interested to go. The RA gave me two, and since you’re the only girl I talk to, maybe you can take one.”
“Really? That’s so sweet!” she declared. It was so much of a gratitude that she turned down the volume even more. Now, we’re finally making progress in Julie’s world. Soon, maybe she can actually hit that nifty thing called a mute button when someone’s trying to talk to her.
Julie bounced on the bed like a child. “It’s gonna be so fun. I was going to invite Josh,” Josh, I’m assuming, was Boyfriend #4543, “But he’s being a dick, so why not make it a girl’s night out? Maybe I can help you get a man!”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she gave me a smile a used car salesman would give me. Yes, a skinny white woman will totally get a friend for the fat black lady. That makes sense.
“Thanks for the offer,” I said.
And that was the extent of our interactions. She went back to watching her football game, while I tried to finish my homework. But instead, I heard about all the touchdowns people were making, and soon I was walking to the study room, which was looking even more tempting by the minute.
I went to the study room, and was greeted with the non-enforced ramblings of students on their phones, the obnoxious click-clacking of keyboards, and other obstacles that made me want to pull my hair out. However, it was better than a football game! I managed to get the homework finished, for now, and I checked my phone. I didn’t simply use my phone as a way to be distracted, unlike how some people do.
I went to my dating profile, seeing a few messages. My eyes lit up. I clicked on the first message.
Hi! Do you want to make 10k a week by sitting at home? I do that, and my life is great! Simply click the link below to learn how to get started!
And then there was a short link that would take my credit card info if I clicked on it. Delete. Let’s look at message number two, shall we? Maybe, just maybe, the second message will be better than the first.
Hey gurl. I’m into bigger women, and you look just like my type. Okay, a message that seems all right so far. And the guy in the picture wasn’t that bad looking. I read on. I was wondering if you’d be interested in coming over, sitting on my face, and letting out the biggest…
I stopped reading from there and deleted the message faster than throwing away a pound of rotting meat. Why do some men think this is okay?
Anyway, let’s move onto message number three. Maybe there will be some gold at the end of this shit rainbow. Oh hey, it was that one guy I was exchanging messages with. We traded messages for a few days, and then he disappeared off the face of the earth.
Sorry, but I found someone. Wish you the best.
I looked at this message and wanted to scream, but the study hall was already giving me funny looks as it was. That was the excuse everyone gave me! Why couldn’t they just admit that I wasn’t girlfriend material?
I exited out of the dating app, and for a split second, I almost considered deleting it. But then, I retracted that decision. My mamma told me you gotta wait if you want a good man. Of course, in the next breath, she’d talk about how awful my father was, so who can I trust?
I looked at my phone. “99+ notifications,” it read. As usual, I was so hot that my phone lost track a long time ago. My thumb scrolled through all the messages I got while I was passed out. Honeys trying to message me for round
I pulled out my tickets. “Could you come look?”
She actually managed to look my way, and her eyes widened so hard it made her makeup crack. “No way! You won tickets to the game? I was going to buy my own, but I don’t have much money.”
Instead of pointing out how she buys makeup more expensive than my meal plan, I just nodded. “I’m not usually the type of girl who goes to a game, but I thought it would be interested to go. The RA gave me two, and since you’re the only girl I talk to, maybe you can take one.”
“Really? That’s so sweet!” she declared. It was so much of a gratitude that she turned down the volume even more. Now, we’re finally making progress in Julie’s world. Soon, maybe she can actually hit that nifty thing called a mute button when someone’s trying to talk to her.
Julie bounced on the bed like a child. “It’s gonna be so fun. I was going to invite Josh,” Josh, I’m assuming, was Boyfriend #4543, “But he’s being a dick, so why not make it a girl’s night out? Maybe I can help you get a man!”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she gave me a smile a used car salesman would give me. Yes, a skinny white woman will totally get a friend for the fat black lady. That makes sense.
“Thanks for the offer,” I said.
And that was the extent of our interactions. She went back to watching her football game, while I tried to finish my homework. But instead, I heard about all the touchdowns people were making, and soon I was walking to the study room, which was looking even more tempting by the minute.
I went to the study room, and was greeted with the non-enforced ramblings of students on their phones, the obnoxious click-clacking of keyboards, and other obstacles that made me want to pull my hair out. However, it was better than a football game! I managed to get the homework finished, for now, and I checked my phone. I didn’t simply use my phone as a way to be distracted, unlike how some people do.
I went to my dating profile, seeing a few messages. My eyes lit up. I clicked on the first message.
Hi! Do you want to make 10k a week by sitting at home? I do that, and my life is great! Simply click the link below to learn how to get started!
And then there was a short link that would take my credit card info if I clicked on it. Delete. Let’s look at message number two, shall we? Maybe, just maybe, the second message will be better than the first.
Hey gurl. I’m into bigger women, and you look just like my type. Okay, a message that seems all right so far. And the guy in the picture wasn’t that bad looking. I read on. I was wondering if you’d be interested in coming over, sitting on my face, and letting out the biggest…
I stopped reading from there and deleted the message faster than throwing away a pound of rotting meat. Why do some men think this is okay?
Anyway, let’s move onto message number three. Maybe there will be some gold at the end of this shit rainbow. Oh hey, it was that one guy I was exchanging messages with. We traded messages for a few days, and then he disappeared off the face of the earth.
Sorry, but I found someone. Wish you the best.
I looked at this message and wanted to scream, but the study hall was already giving me funny looks as it was. That was the excuse everyone gave me! Why couldn’t they just admit that I wasn’t girlfriend material?
I exited out of the dating app, and for a split second, I almost considered deleting it. But then, I retracted that decision. My mamma told me you gotta wait if you want a good man. Of course, in the next breath, she’d talk about how awful my father was, so who can I trust?
I looked at my phone. “99+ notifications,” it read. As usual, I was so hot that my phone lost track a long time ago. My thumb scrolled through all the messages I got while I was passed out. Honeys trying to message me for round