Racing Away

Submitted by Michal:

This was in the early 80s. I don't even remember her name, or how we met. She was cute, blonde, and obviously normal enough for me to ask her out.

We went to a club and danced a few, then went downstairs to the lounge where it was quieter. Ordered a couple of drinks. There was a TV up in the corner, with the sound off. Something with Tyne Daly was on. Might have been Cagney & Lacey.

So this gal looks up at the TV and, without even the slightest hint of an ounce of self-consciousness, says, "You know she's married to a nigger."

I had no idea where to go with that. My jaw worked for a few seconds, then I motioned the bartender (who had heard the exchange) over. I put down a $5 bill and indicated to him that this was to cover my drink and his tip (remember, this was the 80s). And I got up and left without saying a word.

No idea how she got home. I like to think that she had to hoof it.


  1. Still have her number? She sounds like my type.

  2. Wow, that's messed up. I've met quite a few racist people in my day who aren't afraid to voice their opinion, but on a date? Seriously?

  3. Sh might fancy the anti Semite guy from A Dork in the Dark. Water tend to seek its own level.


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