Alzheimer

There was this Indian girl in my high school, who used to compete in the same math and science group as me, only she were 3 years younger than me. We had this game of truth or dare on the bus where we asked each other if you would consider dating a specific person. The group picked me as the target for this lady, and she actually said yes.

4 or so years later, I'm where I am, and she is at USC. She actually befriended me on Facebook a few years before now, but only recently have I noticed her picture. Her long nappy hair is no longer nappy. In fact, it's quite nice in length, healthy and shiny as well. Her awkward braces are gone, and as my eyes keep trailing down I notice something that I never saw while she was in high school: a nice rack. Talk about ripe for the pickings.

Odd thing is, I never would have considered going out with her back in the day. I think I actually lied on that question when it came my turn, directed towards her. She was actually one of those Indian girls that would even consider interracial dating unlike the rest of the group at my school: going to Indian-only parties. It was sad thinking how my brother was someone who actually wanted- might still want- to be part of that group even though he didn't exactly fit the racial profile.

NO MORE FRIED CHICKEN! And I was partially wrong about keeping oranges for an extended period of time in the fridge. 2 out of 3 times the orange will be fine. I cut through my third one today, just to check because I found a soft spot on the skin, and to my horror found gray/green/blue interspersed throughout the pulp.