My wonderful friend has been doing some online dating recently and has encountered some interesting gentlemen. My favourite part of this story is how this man almost certainly didn’t get it; I imagine him sitting home, feeling hurt, thinking ‘but I TOLD her I didn’t mind…’. She wasn’t apologizing, dude.
A: “…. It’s a date! I’m excited to meet you. I have blond hair and I’ll be wearing a red tshirt, so you’ll know it’s me.”
B: “That’s great. I’ll be wearing a purple jacket, and I’m brown.”
A: “Oh, that’s ok! I don’t mind.”
B: >That’s very understanding of you. Hold on, I’m sending you something.
A: >>>What’s this? An e-card?
B: >Just open it
I didn’t ask if the colour of my skin was ok with you, but THANKS for saving me the trouble of having to meet you!