L.A. Affairs: I’m a black colored girl. He’s a white man with a pickup. Here’s what happened

L.A. Affairs: I’m a black colored girl. He’s a white man with a pickup. Here’s what happened

I happened to be speaking with my pal, Kim, even as we sipped cocktails at a club in Hollywood. She implemented my look. “The … bald … white guy? ” she asked, her face scrunched up in disbelief. We nodded. She raised an eyebrow and slurped on her behalf vodka cranberry.

Some back ground might here be helpful. I’m black and my pal Kim is white, because had been the guy at issue. He additionally shaved their mind and, evidently, that tossed my pal for a cycle. I knew why.

Since I’d known her I’d mostly dated black colored dudes. The agent I’d came across in the LACMA summer time jazz show. The star who’d offered me personally their mind shot since soon I was a TV writer as he learned. The musician whom serenaded me during the Dresden between Marty and Elayne’s sets. All black colored. Together with a couple of white dudes in the mix had locks.

A couple of weeks later on, I climbed within the passenger chair for the bald guy’s that are white as he picked me up from my apartment in Miracle Mile. Hmm … he drove a pickup vehicle. And I also knew from conversing with him in the phone which he ended up being through the Southern.

We smiled while he said he’d produced booking at Ammo. To date, so great. We liked that spot. Once we drove along, we surreptitiously glanced at him — he was using a great suit, having come right from their workplace to have me personally.

He’d mentioned he had been a attorney, therefore I’d currently mentally checked the container for gainfully employed. But another thing had been on my brain.

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