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When I was in college, there were Iranians that were always hitting on the white girls, my roommate and I included. Everytime the phone rang, we'd look at the phone, look at each other look at the phone - it's your turn to answer, no it's YOUR turn. Well, one of us would answer with a disguised voice. If it was one of the Iranians, we'd lie about not being there. Jan? No, she's not here. Sure I'll take a message. These guys were trying to marry an American girl so they could stay in the country. Yikes!

You just reminded me of a contact I had with one of them many years ago. I had gone to Georgetown, Virginia for a concert but I still had some time left so I was browsing the shops and I went in this dress shop. The proprietor was Arab or some middle easterner. I was trying on a couple of things and looking around and this guy hands me this white dress and says to me to try it on. I didn't think anything of it at the time, so I did. It was a nice dress. Then he wanted to see it, so I walked out of the dressing room. The way this guy looked at me made my skin crawl. I've never forgotten about that. That was when I really started feeling uncomfortable with those people.