"What are you?"

That's what this guy asked me the other night. It's a question I get fairly often because of my light complexion.

I told him African-American. He didn't quite hear me so I said, "I'm Black." I felt so stupid having to say that.

But he looked at me in disbelief and said the dumbest thing, "Are you sure?"

He had such a confused look on his face that I started to wonder if I was 100% Black. He even went as far as to make a comment about some one in my family tree sleeping with the slave master. I was speechless. But my friend spoke for me, saying "Aren't you mixed with Japanese?"

Sidenote: Earlier that day we were getting our makeup done and my friend said to me, "You should get the smoky look (talking about my eye shadow) because you have chinky eyes." I thought that was hilarious since the makeup artist was Asian! (I also noticed that she rolled her eyes at the comment)

I guess if I'd told him I was Black and Jap I would've seemed more exotic and more apt to produce children with "good hair". My good genes and his S-curl would have been the perfect combination...