LADIES NIGHT EXCERPT
Lady 1: To be honest, it wasnï¿½t that I didnï¿½t find him attractive. I just didn’t think he was the type of guy who’d be attracted to me.
Lady 2: Why?
Lady 1: Well, I didn’t think he was into black girls.
Lady 3: Ah.
Lady 1: No I mean… How can I put this?
Lady 4: You don’t have to be too PC.
Lady 1: No, it’s just that Certain types of white guys are attracted to certain types of black girls. Like, there’s the guy who’s attracted to the petite, Halle Barry type of black girl
Lady 2: The white black girl.
Lady 1: Exactly. And then there’s the guys who’s attracted to the darker black girls because it’s more of a I don’t know. And then there’s the guys who just aren’t attracted to black girls. I sort of assumed he was one of those.
Lady 2: Why?
Lady 1: He just didn’t look like the type.
Lady 2: What, was he a rocker or something?
Lady 1: Actually, he looks a lot like Billy Idol.
Lady 5: Like all snarly?
Lady 6: He has a beautiful set of teeth. Perfect teeth.
Lady 1: I should have brought pictures.
Lady 6: You should’ve.
Lady 5: Is he all tatted up?
Lady 1: He has some tattoos
Lady 1: We hung out together, and I stayed over, and we spent Sunday morning watching football.
Lady 2: That’s commitment.
Lady 1: Yeah, you could tell I really liked him because I was doing the girly thing, like, Now, first in ten What does that mean again?
Lady 2: Awesome.
1.24.02 DEADLINE PRESSURE
I used to work with Kate, and I miss her. Kate loved vendor gifts. She had a favorite pen that lit up when you clicked it, a straw cowboy hat sent with some promo materials, and a red bandana with a big startup logo in the middle. One day as I passed her cube, I glanced in. She was wearing the cowboy hat and had tied the bandana around her face. Her eyes widened when she saw me. What are you doing? I asked. She bugged her eyes, held the flashing pen above her head, and whispered:
I’m a secret space cowboy.