Dealing with interracial dating
It was the perfect time for him to come up because I had such bad writer’s block for future Personal Facts blogs and I needed a good distraction. While ordering my drinks, I had a blonde girl come up to me.
(Especially if it could better my relationship.) As soon as he met her, he took out a bottle of his finest scotch and three cigars and we celebrated the fact that I ended up with a smart, scotch-drinking, cigar-smoking and beautiful girl that looked like Vanity circa 1982. I had seen this girl eye-balling me from across the room since the moment I walked in.
Although I live in one of the most multicultural cities in the world, it’s a shame that I have to deal with racism on an occasional basis.
However, I am a gentleman, so I smacked her with my words.“You think I would be more compatible with YOU?
This girl was obviously trying to find something we could relate to–wasn’t going to happen.“I wouldn’t be caught dead in Lee’s Palace.” I retorted.“Oh, you actually LIKE this music?
I’m only here because one of my girlfriends swears by this place.
Have another drink, “Penny Lane” and get the f*ck out of my face.”Before I could turn around, there was Sabrina holding one of the “Teddy Pendergrass-inspired cocktails” in her hand and she threw it the racist blonde’s face. We of course were kicked out and Sabrina and I never felt worse.
While we were walking to the nearest cab, my father burst out laughing.