Pooja: Anu, you’re wrong. I don’t have morals. I will fuck a black guy. Yes. I mean you have one life to live and what kind of life would I be living if I didn’t take the opportunity to fuck one someday? Hmm? They all want this ass. Well, they can have it.
Me: (in awe) Who the fuck are you.
Pooja: Their dicks are huge. End of story.
Me: What about Indian guys? Would you fuck an Indian guy?
Pooja: Well I mean I”ll be fucking one for the rest of my life afterwards.
Me: So you’re telling me, you’re going to fuck random ass niggas all throughout college not giving a flying fuck, and then when you meet The One, you’re actually gonna hold out on him?
Pooja: Fuck relationships Anu. Sex isn’t about love. Look at this dick. Look at this picture of a dick. Does anything about this picture scream “love?” No. It screams “fun.” That shit screams “get in me.”
Me: You are such a twisted freak and I had no idea.
Pooja: I’m getting it the fuck in during Med School. It’d be a damn shame if I didn’t. Shit’s gonna be a side job.
Me: This is so surreal.”—late night convos with my sister.