She feared that she'd be typed as a high-class prig when she types him that he is not her type. Such was the tyranny of a modern girl and modern world. She was free, yet the social wraps distorted her beliefs and smudged her opinions.  
She didn't like black guys, romantically. It was simple. She neither hated them. It was simple. It was hard-wired in her, she couldn't help it, how much she liked. It is like, you have affection for the red color, and probably because your innate emotions govern you in that fashion and for reasons unknown. 
Like, she couldn't figure out why her mom bitched feminist shit to her doting dad, who did almost all the chores even after earning equal portions of bread like her thankless mother.
She by now had picked up severe allergies for pseudo-feminism, pseudo-racism, pseudo-XYZism.

- Heartless Romeo