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In the mid 2000’s i was working at Best Buy in Dorchester, MA. I liked the job, i liked the people I worked with, and I was good at it because I knew what i was talking about (video games, televisions, and computers).
There were beautiful women that worked there, too. I flirted with them as relentlessly as I did with all the beautiful women in high school. I am weak, i will admit it. i had no business flirting with these girls, as i was pretty much married…but I’m weak and I lacked a lot of the human decency that I’ve grown into since them.
There were beautiful women, and then there was Desiree. Desiree was a lighter-skinned black girl from Boston who was more attractive than anyone has any business being, I won’t get too in-depth here but people get famous just for looking that good. Like anyone else I asked her what music she was into, and I thought it was really funny that she listened to Trina, and Trick Daddy because that music always came off as sexist and exploitative of women.
the reason I mention that des was an African American girl is this: one day I was up at her register buying what was probably my third or fourth energy drink of the day. Desire asked me “so you’re the illest whiteboy, right?”
I don’t remember how I responded to that, I was likely more red than white at that point. The ego said “yes, the Illest whiteboy, I’ll take it”.
I’ll still take it: ev r0ck, the illest whiteboy…when I’m feeling unsure of myself I can remember that.
