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When my husband and I first started dating, he quickly had to learn about “the nod”.
“Do you know that guy?” he asked me as I nodded at another black person in passing.
“Nope,” I said.
“So, why are you nodding at each other? Do you think he’s hot or something? Was he checking you out?”
Fast forward eight years to the present. There have been one or two times that I’ve caught Jason nodding at black people that he passes. I’m quite certain he’s not doing it consciously, but I do wonder they’re thinking when he does it. Sometimes my husband totally cracks me up.
“Do you know that guy?” he asked me as I nodded at another black person in passing.
“Nope,” I said.
“So, why are you nodding at each other? Do you think he’s hot or something? Was he checking you out?”
Fast forward eight years to the present. There have been one or two times that I’ve caught Jason nodding at black people that he passes. I’m quite certain he’s not doing it consciously, but I do wonder they’re thinking when he does it. Sometimes my husband totally cracks me up.
