I happened to be conversing with my pal, Kim, even as we sipped cocktails at a club in Hollywood. She observed my look. “The … bald … white guy? ” she asked, her face scrunched up in disbelief. We nodded. An eyebrow was raised by her and slurped on her behalf vodka cranberry.
Some back ground might be helpful right here. I’m black colored and my buddy Kim is white, because had been the man under consideration. He additionally shaved their mind and, evidently, that tossed my buddy for a cycle. We knew why.
Since I’d known her I’d mostly dated guys that are black. The real estate professional I’d met during the LACMA summer time jazz show. The star who’d offered me personally their mind shot because soon I was a TV writer as he learned. The musician whom serenaded me personally during the Dresden between Marty and Elayne’s sets. Continue reading “L.A. Affairs: I’m a black colored woman. He’s a white man with a vehicle. Here’s what happened”