We need to talk. I know I asked to go official with you like two weeks ago, but we're running into some issues. Mainly, you trying to fuck me. that's getting old. I don't want to have sex with you. I think you misunderstood what I'm looking for. I didn't ask you out because I'm like, in love with you or anything. You're actually pretty boring, and so pale you kind of resemble an over-boiled hotdog. You see, you're a partner of appearances for me. You're the type of guy my parents want to see me with- dependable, successful, well-mannered... boring. Truth be told, I much prefer black men. What can I say, the vagina likes what the vagina likes! I don't want to fuck you. I want you to be a good little boyfriend, keep your mouth shut, and turn a blind eye to my sexual adventures. Work late if you have to. Stay in the living room while I have a hot, black alpha lover over. I don't care. I want my BBC, and I'm not going to let our relationship status get in the way of that!