This white boy came over a month ago and asked why my pillow was shiny. I told him it was satin, because I need a satin case to maintain my natural hairstyle overnight.
This past weekend I stayed over at his house after a party because it was too late to go back to Manhattan, and when I got in bed I noticed that one of his pillowcases was satin.
I asked him why a white, nearly bald man needed a satin pillowcase and he said he bought it for me, in case I needed to sleep over sometime. He didn’t want me to ruin my hair on cotton.
I kissed the ever-loving shit out of him.
That’s how you show a brown girl you care.
Update: he’s my boyfriend. our 1 year anniversary is coming up next month.
New Update: We had our two year anniversary on August 9th.
We also have moved in together.
As we went through his stuff for the move, we found the last of those pillowcases he bought for me in 2015.
“Why did it take you 10 minutes to clean 1 window?” “There was a cat.”
No but. This person is hanging from a harness several stories in the air, on what appears to be a chilly and/or windy day. And they took time to play with a cat.
OMG IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE KINDS OF FUZZY DEATH BABIES
(Mostly because I did an acrylic painting of one in high school and it turned out awesome enough to piss off my teacher who promptly made me feel like shit about my accomplishment and thus, the painting was never completed. But I still like the birb.)
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