Insert Foot Into Mouth

We've extended our Summer deadline for having relations with a comely young woman of Sub-Saharan family heritage. At first our deadline was Summer as it relates to the school year, but now we've decided to get all scientific and go with the Summer solstice, equinox, Toyota Tercel, or whatever it's called. That should give us about two more weeks.

So with this being the eleventh-hour and everything, we've begun to get desperate. In the office next to us at work is a young African American woman named Smichelle, and the other day we decided to ask her if she had a sister, cousin, friend, etc., who was African American, and who would be up for going out with us. It didn't go well.

We had never really talked to Smichelle before. She always has headphones on blaring late 90's R&B, wethinks we heard The Thong Song once, and is generally unapproachable, so when we entered and asked her if she had a minute, she was quite surprised. We're never ones to beat around the bush so we just dove right in:

NLNC: Do you have any sisters or single black girl friends?
Smichelle: How come?
NLNC: Ummm, well, ummm, we'd like to go out with them.
Smichelle: On a date?
NLNC: Ummm, well actually kind of as a, umm science experiment.

Immediately, before we even got the "t" out in experiment, we were slammed with finger snapping, some mmm-hmmm's and at least one "No you di-int!!" With wide eyes and a quick pace to our backward walk, we went back to our desks and put on our own headphones.

Looking back now, to quote Ricky Gervais, "It's funny...because it's racist."