so i ask this young lady, "what do y'all pray about in that group?" and that conversation led to some interesting comments:
her: "we're christian black women that pray for guidance and direction."
me: "so y'all sit around asking god for a man, correct?"
her: "well, sometimes, but mainly we pray for advice at work, etc."
me: "so, you're trying to date a man from work?"
her: "look, we don't JUST pray for a man; there are other things in this world we worry about too, you know."
me: "like what? what's the last thing y'all discussed before the prayer session?"
her: "we discussed interracial relationships and why white women are marrying more and more black men."
me: "for real. do you think those white gals are praying for a black man?"
her: "who cares? i don't know, and i don't care."
me: "well, y'all discussed it. somebody 'round here cares and is obviously worried about it."
her: "they NEED to stick to their own and leave our men alone."
me: "so when you pray to god for a man to marry you, do you specifically state, 'make it a black man, 6-4" tall, light-skinned, etc., and PACKING'?"
her:
me: "y'all need to start praying and hanging-out with them white gals, cause while y'all are asking god, they're asking black men-ya heard?"
her: "why am i even talking to you?"
me: "'cause you saw what i'm driving and was hoping god sent me to you."
her: "excuse me, i have to go now. you're going to make me lose my religion."
me: "i understand. btw, 'where all da white womens at'? just joking lady, relax."
her: "see, y'all brothers be tripping."
me: "well, maybe you should ask god to make us 'stop tripping,' cause he and only he knows why y'all like to confuse y'all's lives with thugs, etc."
*she then gives me the "nigga please" look and walks off.
me (yelling): "i'll ask them white gals what god they pray to, and i'll hip you to the game next week. peace."