L.A. Affairs: I’m a woman that is black. He’s a white man with a pickup. Here’s what happened

“That guy over here.”

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

Some back ground might here be helpful. I’m black colored and my pal Kim is white, as had been the man under consideration. He additionally shaved his mind and, apparently, that tossed my pal for the loop. I knew why.

Since I’d known her I’d mostly dated black dudes. The estate that is real I’d met during the LACMA summer jazz series. The star who’d given me personally their head shot since soon while he discovered I happened to be a television writer.