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A week or so of telephoning later, we set up a date, and she flakes on me (we were supposed to go watch a sunrise after a 2 mile hike up the local mountain). I find out from her roommate later in the day that she had honestly over slept and planned on making it up to me.
She calls me up later that day and was so apologetic and told me that she cooked something for me to make it up to me. She says she’ll drop it off on her way to her next class since I lived fairly close to campus.
Lilly shows up, drops it off, and heads on to class. What was it you ask? Cornbread. Jiffy Cornbread. Mind you, I’m black, and she’s not. At this school, getting a date wasn’t the easiest thing in the world if it wasn’t someone apart of another minority, so it was a big deal that this sorority girl was into me. So when someone makes you cornbread and has no clue that you like cornbread, it’s a little funny style. Maybe I didn’t like cornbread! Maybe I didn’t like bananas or fried chicken either! Whatever. I got over it because I was hoping that she had good intentions. I told my teammate about it and he cringed just as I had done.
