I think I have a colonization fetish. Am I wrong?

It's a long story and I think something like this has been building up for quite some time.

Basically a few weeks ago I had to go on a late night grocery store trip to pick up a thing or two and the cashier that was ringing me up was this arab girl wearing a hijab that could have been in her early 20's if I were to guess. Due to the fact that it was like 10PM and the store was about to close soon, I couldn't help but to strike up a conversation with her since the entire store was dead and she had time to kill anyway.

I ended up talking to her for about 5 minutes about seemingly innocent stuff like how her night was going and she ended up transitioning the conversation about her family and how much of a cultural and religious difference America was to her home country. (I assumed that she recently moved here?)

So i went on and inquired her just how much different Islamic ideals were to what we would expect here in the west but the entire time she kept yapping on about all this different stuff, I just couldn't help but think about clapping her fat cheeks and not giving a fuck about a single thing she had to say. The only thing I had on my mind trying to decipher if she ever had a white bf before and if she was open to the idea of having one. (You never know what people are into, amarite?)

So needless to say, I made my move on her only for her to respectfully decline. I paid for my groceries and left.