We ended out fooling around in his bedroom, but he couldn’t quite complete the deed. I let that go, content to lay on the bed, talking, and the next thing he says is, “I think I want to marry a nice Persian girl.” I am as far from Persian as you can get. Then he proudly declares he has the butt of a black man. “Where do you keep it?” I thought.

—BaltOhNo

Aftermath: I saw him a few times, usually last-minute, spontaneous. Suddenly I realized I was a booty call (duh). I stopped answering, he stopped calling. He never did get it up.

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