My friend comes from the deep cheese.
He was born with his parents in the 1980s in the United States and grew up there.
But when he grew up, he started dating a black girl named Jessica.
And recently he told me on the internet this full drama story, which I am telling you now.
In fact by fact.
They met at the university, and that the main thing her family — the respected intellectuals of her town, not the bandits, were very not against that their daughter would be in love with a white man from an intellectual white family. Interesting is it?
But the family of a friend was somewhat confused, because how to tell the rest of the relatives who were left in no longer SyrySyry that their child is in love with a black girl - they did not understand.
The situation was such that the relatives who remained in the post shoe would not have understood that Misha is meeting not even a Jewish girl, but a "non-Russian". After all, in their understanding of the rough depth of black... yeah... black people are just... well, how to say... well below even the Gypsies. The uncivilized human-eaters who ate Cook, and still carry his bones in his nose.
So Misha's parents were a little stressed about this, and Misha himself understood - to bring the bride to watch would be.
And now the meat itself:
Jessica and I relaxed and relaxed.
And she asks, in care and mental balance with the body, with her American directness, said Michael, we have been dating for more than a year. My parents are not against. You didn’t think about...
He stood up, quietly approached the window, smoked.
He smoked hummus. I smoked the big apple.
And then he says:
Listen to Jessica. I did not tell you. I want you to understand me correctly. I like you more than you imagine. I feel good with you and I would like to spend more time with you. Even more time than you imagine. You are a beautiful woman, even by the standards of my people. You won’t believe it, but the country I come from will never believe that an American can clean perfectly, be incredibly economical, and cook wonderfully.
The thing is, Jessica, I want to say that the country I come from, we... we have no people with dark skin, and no matter how beautiful you are, our engagement will cause more than horror to my numerous family!
She understands the essence of the situation, begins to squeeze a little. The tears burst on the eyes, and the inevitability rattled to the heart.
He hurts, returns to her, embraces her and says:
Do you know what we’ll do with you, Jessica? We will get married and go visit them all there as a married couple. Let these p*ar*s just oh*e!
...and get a pre-prepared ring...