I happened to be speaking with my buddy, Kim, once we sipped cocktails at a club in Hollywood. She used 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 here be helpful. I’m black and my pal Kim is white, since had been the guy under consideration. He additionally shaved their mind and, evidently, that tossed my buddy for a loop. We knew why.
Since I’d known her I’d mostly dated guys that are black. The agent I’d came across during the LACMA summer time jazz show.