“Have either of you ever been with a black guy?” my friend Jasmine asked.
“Well, we all know Hailey hasn’t, but I have,” Courtney said.
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks Courtney.” She was always bagging on me for not being as ‘free spirited’ as her.
“Was he big?” Jasmine asked.
“Yeah. He was like six-two and played football so, y’know, fit.”
“No, I mean was he *big*,” Jasmine insisted.
Courtney smiled. “Ohhhh… No he was pretty average.”
“Have you ever been with someone super big?” Jasmine asked.
“No, not really. I’m pretty sure all guys are around the same size and they just pretend to be larger than average to tickle their egos.”
“You know all about tickling ego’s,” I said, taking a bite of popcorn from the bowl between us. The three of us sat in our PJ’s on the floor of my bedroom. I still lived with my parents to save money while I was in college and often invited my friends over on weekends so we could help each other with homework, eat non-cafeteria food and have girl talk. We jokingly referred to ourselves as Charlie’s Angels because we were attached at the hip and thought we were bad ass. Courtney was a tall, skinny blonde, Jasmine was a petite Filipino, and I was a curvy redhead. We all found each other on orientation day of freshman year and had been partners in crime ever since.