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I met this girl last year but we didn't actually become good friends until around Christmas time this year. Im a senior and she is a sophmore

I have one class with her, an art class, and we always talk and joke around with each other. Half the time were arguing about the dumbest things, like whos project is better or something, but it always happens in a nice and fun sort of way.

We like to pretend that we hate each other, and were always making fun of each other in a joking manner. She always looks me in the eye when talking and she laughs at a lot of the dumb jokes i make. When i see het in the hallways she will either say hi or look quickly towards me once or twice.

We tease each other a lot about random stuff when in a group of people, but we talk alone sometimes in the halls. My friends have made jokes about her liking me before and she will go red and change the subject or avoid the question.

Someone in class called a friend of hers her boyfriend the other day and she made it very clear that he is not her boyfriend and has a girlfriend already.

She was also one to the first people to wish me a happy birthday a few months ago. Right after 12:00 she had texted me

I asked her to prom a couple days ago. She said yes and she really seems happy about it. We still joke around and tease each other, but weve talked a lot more in the past few days and she always seems really happy to be around me and having fun.

She starts conversations, always makes eye contact (sometimes just randomly) and laughs at everything i say. I can feel myself starting to fall for her.

And all our friends are joking about it and teasing us of course. My question is does it sound like she is just looking for a good time or a reason to go to senior prom or does she feel the same way? Is she starting to like me?

So I met this girl she is black, I am white. I think she is very attractive, a cool person, good head on her shoulders and an all around great person. I would like to ask her our but feel like she wouldn't date me because I'm not black. I feel this way since besides one of her girl friends and me she has no friends who are white. She has called me "white boy" in a joking manner before. And the few times I was over to her place her family didn't seem to accepting of me, more so her father and grandma. She also told me before she knew me she called me "cracker" before in a racist way. She said it was because we are neighbors and she would smell me BBQing and it smelt good, so her family would refer to me as that when talking about me BBQing all the time. But she also admitted she thought I was a very different person than I am before she knew me and was a bit stereotypical.

All this makes me think she might not be interested in me. But we are becoming good friends. So I just curious to how open black women are to dating a white guy? Should I tell her I'm into her and ask her out?

Don’t Wake Me Up


The impending doom & gloom that consumes me is a mixture of my sorrows, guilt, & fears

Validated mostly by the world around me, the eyes that burn so much

as to leave visible sears if

only they could read my mind & turn torn

scorched pages

The semblance of soul & humanity that ticks away to my bereave

is a facet of life I wear on my sleeve

Though it is useless to wallow & a harsh pill to swallow

my solace is in the manner & form of how I grieve

When the gloom consumes me, & I see no reason to

tomorrow

I brew up a coffee & light a joint to raze my sorrow

burning bright as the consumption that characterized my anxieties

& bitter in taste as the silence I’ve come to speak to the world with

outside,

inside the comfort of my home

doing as they do in roam

Reverence is the stationary side of myself, but still I sojourn for loves

worthwhile embark,

walking in circles as many years as Moses made

to journey where safety lives

But I don’t weep for myself, my tears are no good here

No, it gets worse I fear

I hear of worse from far

& even near

So at least when I smell the roses, their gift is mine

While I have these two legs, their lift meets the sunshine

& although there is a warzone inside my soul

my war is peace to those embattled to the edge

I drink to them, the victims pulled apart from their wounds so deep

the nectar of the gods to lull me from their sorrows so steep

to blissful, personal sleep

In hopes that

that maybe one day we might coax them off their bravest ledge

treating these people as people, not cuttings from a hedge.