I am dating a muslim guy
' We'll see,' I responded, hoping to come across as coy, when I was actually terrified. I was 24 and couldn't even kiss someone without feeling like I was going to hell.When the moment of truth came, he touched his nose to my cheek, waiting for me to respond. Sunday school teaches you things you can’t unlearn, no matter how badly you want to. It felt like a million years before he finally said, jokingly, ' Jeez, I don't know if I can be your first! And then he dropped this line: ' I can’t wait to have you tie me up with that thing.' He was talking about my hijab.He never texted me back, but that’s probably because I burst out laughing for about five minutes straight.
bad girl, or right-wing politicians who see hijab as the death of Western values, everyone has an opinion that they are a little too comfortable sharing.' You’re like the hottest Muslim girl on campus. Before I can answer him, he sends a second message.' Never mind, I forgot tomorrow is Friday prayer and I would feel bad getting jiggy with it during prayer time.' The best part is that he’s now married and I’ve always wondered if he met his wife using those smooth lines.I was hesitant: I knew his parents’ vibe, and finding me in their house would definitely kill it.But, I took the chance, and of course they ended up coming home early. Don’t worry, I’ll hide, which I did while he distracted them and I sprinted from the basement to his bedroom.
Cue me, a little vegetarian hijabi entering his life.