Between 19, more than half the states in the country had anti-miscegenation laws, prohibiting intermarriage not just between whites and blacks, but also between white and Asians or Native Americans.
Some prohibited African-Americans from marrying anyone other than another black person.
But at a certain point, we were spending so much time together that running to the bathroom every time I felt gassy started to seem not only absurd, but pointless — he knew what was going on in there as well as I did.
I had always imagined that farting in front of a boyfriend was the beginning of the end — wouldn't it inevitably be followed by peeing with the door open, and then only having sex once a month?
But I was also going nuts trapped in our apartment all weekend, trying to be "domestic," while secretly obsessing over the parties my single friends were hitting without me.