After work I met James at the Laundromat. He’s black and a bit older than me, and these are a few of the things he said: “I bet you’re sixteen years old.” “I just like to be nice and meet new people.” “I love all kinds of music.” “I unwind in South Carolina.” “Why doesn’t your wife do the laundry?” “Aren’t you a family man?” “Don’t you be lonely living here alone?” “I’ve never met anyone like you.” I gave him my phone number because he wants to cook me dinner.
