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"The humor comes in that I thought she was on my floor because she never acknowledged my floor request. (She was also bangin', so inside I was like, "Dayuuuuuuuuuuum, she lives on my floor? *bow chicka wowow*!" Instantly I was on some "What dessert am I welcome-committee-ing her with?") Anywho, the door opens, and I waited to let her off first because I am a gentleman. (Old me would've rushed first, thus not putting me in the position to have to follow her, God forbid if she, too, makes a left and it seems like I'm following her.) So door opens and I flirt, "Ladies first." She says, "This is not my floor." Then I assume she is missing her building card, so I pulled my card out to try to press her floor yet again. She says, "That's okay." Then it hit me: "Oh God, she purposely held that information back." The door closed. It was a "pie in the face" moment.

I laughed at it. Sort of.

Inside I cried."

from comments:

"I'm a British woman who has been living in the US for three years now.  

The problem over here is that you see "black" man, not simply a man. It may seem like a cheesy or utopian statement to make but that really was my reality living in London - man or woman first, race perhaps as an after thought should culture be a part of the experience, conversation topic I have to admit that ever since I moved here the race problem has been so shoved down my throat that I have started to experience things differently now. I live in Philly and I remember when I first got here having an exchange with a woman (she was black, Im white) and feeling a lot of hostility from her. I couldn't understand what was wrong - it was a straightforward transaction at my husbands bakery - I was serving her. I'm a friendly person and noticed the same kind of response, even from men, over time. No-one was very warm. It upset me at first because I realised it was simply because I was white. Then I was angry because I had done nothing wrong and it felt unfair to be so judged just because of my skin colour. Then sad because I started to feel separate from my fellow brothers and sisters. It's an everyday challenge to stay connected to the ultimate truth - that we are all the same, we are all one."

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