what they do..we don't.

i went to a party this past Saturday. a good friend of mine Suzanne invited me. her friend kelly was having a house warming. when i walked in i was so happy to see people my age with alcoholic beverages in their hands. a rare sight in my new life.
i was also ecstatic to see an even more unlikely sight: three..count em' three good looking black guys. im thinking to myself..finally. introductions, conversations, and laughing proceed between me and everyone BUT the 3 black guys. I think to myself are they kidding? so of course i ( being the outgoing dynamo that i am) introduce myself to them. Alan. Carl. Marcel.
Hello Alan. Carl. Marcel. Are you as happy, suprised, comforted, and confused as i am to see you? no. absolutely not. why would you be? you have an array of blonde and brunette, big breasted, fair skinned, beauties at your finger tips.
the night continues, i get over myself, its all laughs and cheers. the guests trickle away.. four hours later im sitting on the lazy boy...suzanne is on the couch with a guy who has been hitting on her all night to no avail, kelly the hostess is washing dishes in the kitchen, and one of her bosses, one of the women she nannies for is asking her : " where did Cassandra go?"
Cassandra, her other boss, whose two children are at home with their dad.....
is in the car giving Marcel head.