Caught off guard, I asked what it was supposed to mean.
He texted back, “I’ve always wanted to try this on a black girl, I think it would be so hot.” Needless to say, his number was deleted with quickness.
•I dated a Vietnamese man who used to tell me my nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses. His parents hated me—they didn’t like the fact that I was not Asian.
Every time I would visit, they would smile and wave, and right in front of my face talk shit in Vietnamese about how I wasn’t good enough for their son because I’m black, which he’d later translate for me.
Things were going well, so he suggested I meet both his parents. She was interested in my family and the fact that they weren’t originally from the US.