So, it's Friday night, and this woman I've been talking to online for a while (but never met in person before) hints that she would like to go out for drinks. I agree, and we meet up at a local dive bar. The place is packed, and there's no place to sit down, so we decide to check out a different bar down the road.

That bar isn't too busy, but apparently it's Karaoke Night or something, and the music is blaring so loud we can barely hear each talk other even though we were practically screaming in each other's ears. (Also, the amateur "singers" sounded like dying cats.) Bad atmosphere.

So we leave there, and are trying to figure out where to go, when she invites me over to her place to play some video games. (Kinda lame, I know.) So, I agree and follow her to her place. (Within two hours of meeting her for the first time, and she invites me to her place? Am I a stud or what?)

A little background: The woman in question is a tall, natural blonde of Scandinavian descent. Perfect Aryan archetype. (She's ... considerably heavier than she looked in her photographs, but she's friendly and White, so what the hell.)

She lives with her mother and step-father. Her sister also lives there with her three children. (I don't know what happened to the father(s), and I never asked.) That's all the details I knew, going into this.

So, we arrive at her place, and it's kind of trashy. Cars parked all over the lawn, the inside is a mess with clutter, there are giant dogs and feral cats running up to me to "greet" me, etc. Not a good first impression, but not really a big deal either. I'm pretty easy going.

Here's where the night went from kinda bad to absolutely horrifying. We're playing some mindless video games when her sister walks into the living room. She another tall blonde, and actually quite attractive (and she's thin, lol). Some small talk ensues, and she mentions that her kids are spending the night at the neighbor's house. Then she shows me a picture of the three...

And they're all little niglets! Little baby Obamas! I don't know how, but I was somehow able to conceal my utter revulsion, and offered some sort of noncommittal grunt. Then the sister went back to her room to, yes, smoke some pot!

(Backing up a bit, when I was "being introduced" to all the pets in the house, my "date" showed me a cage with a couple of hamsters in it and casually remarked, "Yeah, these little guys almost died a while ago. My nieces and nephews [the niglets] forgot to feed them for a couple weeks. A lot of their fur fell out because of it." And then she shrugged. I mean, starving pets is just , but I don't expect a White woman to dismiss neglect and mistreatment of helpless animals like that. Call me an "animal rights" crazy if you want, but I believe that one thing that separates an evolved race from the savages is a certain respect for nature. Just sickening.)

So, at this point I'm just looking for an exit strategy out of this place. But before I could manage to extract myself from the situation, my "date" mentions that, oh yeah, her step-dad is a "black biker."

I'm thinking: Holy shit! I'm in a fucking nest of mudsharks!

So, obviously, I got the hell out of there (was invited to watch a movie on DVD, but no thank you, Miss, it's past my bedtime, and I have to hurry home and take a shower in lye to get the nig-stink off of me).

So, what do you guys think? Should I ask her out on a second date? :rofl:puke: