Dessert?

It’s not that she was colorblind.

That was her ex’s ailment. And just as her emotional intelligence had largely compensated for his lack of consideration and brash, poorly timed remarks, her sense of style and coordination had kept their romance alive. She had never let him leave the house wearing navy with black, or pink with orange. Just like she had planned that one day, their children would leave for school, their lightly tanned, metisse skin accented by the fuchsia on Barbie’s backpack or the or the bright green of a childrens' JCrew sweater.

"It’s the one thing I can’t get over," she stated, matter of factly, twirling her hair and basking in the self-confidence of a liberal discourse as the waitress took their plates. "Such a waste. Our personalities may have clashed but our colors would have mixed so well. Interracial children are just so, so much more adorable - don’t you think?!"

It took his nervous hesitation and the first indications of a sinking smile for the realization to even cross her mind.

It's not that she was colorblind, just slightly awkward... somewhat unobservant. After all, liberal he may have been, but black he was not. A Washingtonian WASP, born and raised. Drawn to her blond, blue-eyed, hourglass figure. Apparently drawn, as well, to the thought that they might be compatible enough to bear children. Ready to settle down, with a hometown girl who didn’t speak of offspring with the same casual excitement as his niece did of Bratz dolls.

"Dessert?" she offered, meekly attempting to fill the silence.

First dates are overrated.

Luckily, chocolate never disappoints - regardless of the color.

Comments

[Jean-Paul Craan]

So...her ex was black but had no sense of style and she's on a first date with a white guy and inadvertantly crushes his hopes for a second date by saying she would love interracial kids or that was just her way of ending this horrible first date