Just another college guy? A militant? A homie? A rapper? A gangsta? Also - from personal experience - Black coeds did NOT like Black guys dating white...girls and they made their feelings very obvious.What has that got to do with anything? Well... there's this Black guy who works in our building on a different floor and he has been hitting on me. He is kind of cute - if you like bald heads.Yours, ChrisFrom: ChrisSeptember 2, 2006Last night was First Friday and six of us girls went to the grand. Gradually the strain began to tell on me and it began to show in my schoolwork, my grades started to fall and it looked as though I would fail my 'A' levels. Much as I loved my mother something had to be done about the whole situation and one fateful Saturday I took matters in hand and confronted mum.Sitting in the living room facing my mother I could not believe how much she had let herself go, once a lively, attractive, vivacious woman, she was now dowdy and dull, her hair was a mess and her. A light spring breeze helped to cool me off so that I’m somewhat in control of myself when Mike joins me. I already have the door open so all he has to do is lift me into the cab of the truck. I take several deep breaths as I watch him stride slowly towards me, feeling the fire rage inside me. I just don’t know how much more I’m going to be able to tolerate. From the way my body reacts all of the time to the man, you’d think I’m a regular sex maniac. But I’m so far from it. I would think that. She was so drunk that she was speaking a lot. She jumped from topics to topics. I remained a mere listener not interested in her talks. But I couldn’t resist myself looking at her shaped tits as she had her top button open. She in between bend for taking the beer bottle from the small table and keeping it back when I got glimpses of her cleavage. She had a white bra inside her Kurta. I was thoroughly enjoying the feast in front of me when she got up. Now I couldn’t any longer peep into her.