I can only be with a Muslim man and a non-creepy one at that, Ayanna told me loudly one afternoon at work. Alright, I said, and watched as she walked ...way, sashaying that thick Somali booty from side to side. How do I get up in that? The solution to my problem came unexpectedly. You see, I’ve always been the bold, assertive type, for good and for ill. The neighborhood where I live is filled with religious institutions. There’s a Haitian Baptist church, a Lebanese Christian church, a Methodist. “Austin!” mom called. I had to put of my pull session, and I jumped out of my bed and heard her cell phone ringing “Austin, can you get the phone?”I rushed downstairs; still sore that whoever this is has cost me a seriously good image.“Hello” I answered, a woman started talking“Oh hi, Austin its Ellie, is your mom available?”“Uh no, she’s in the shower, she’s pretty wrecked after last night”“Oh that’s a shame, well can you tell her to call me when she’s dressed? Thanks” and she hung up“Bye to. He stood nearly as tall as me, and was wearing torn blue jeans and a bloody sweatshirt. I swear– you’ve never quite had the cold chills until you see someone actually wearing about two pints of your own blood. Creepy as hell. Oh, and Mr. Original was wearing a black ski mask to complete his criminal ensemble. I watched him scrub with Mom’s steel wool and some Dawn, then dry his hands on the paper towel roll. He went out of sight for a moment, then reentered the picture with a handful of candy. At 5:00 o'clock in the afternoon, I knocked on their door. I was a little nervous and worried that my dress would be too short for the occasion. Sally was the one who opened the door. She welcomed me with a genuine and warm smile that helped me to relax. She also wore a short skirt and a pink halter that barely contained her breasts. I followed her to the kitchen where the rest of the family was deliberating who would wash the dishes during the weekend.— Those are the kind of decisions that.