This weekend, my best friend, Katelyn Pike, came to visit Atlanta. Good old Atlanta. Land of the Free (freely Gay) and Home of the Brave(s).
A typical Saturday night usually begins with me trying to flirt with the cab driver in an effort to reduce the fee. It also usually includes a 10 dollar fee to stand in line at an over priced, smokey club filled with a bunch of drunk idiots. It is very rare that you will go to the club and find your soul mate. However, it is quite typical for you to find an obnoxiously disgusting dude to hit on you.
I definitely don't want to stereotype, but from my own experiences, black men are WAY more forward than white men. An average night for me consists of getting told that I have an extremely large booty. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN girl, where did you get all that from?" Um, excuse me? All of what? I know he's not talking about my money. " I would love to get to know you and that booty, what are your digits?" "So, where's the AFTER party?" All very intriguing and breathe taking lines.
Something really weird happened this weekend while Katelyn and I were at the Pink Pony. We actually stopped and said, "this cant be serious!" We were sitting in front of the stripper stage minding our own dollar bills when we caught the eyes of two very attractive white males. They looked at us and mouthed something. We tried our best to read their lips through the legs of the strippers, but it was hard, so we just shrugged. Finally we hear..."YOU GUYS ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRLS IN HERE." We weren't sure if they were talking to us, or to the girls to left and right of us (and Im not talking about the strippers, if you know what I mean). "LET US TAKE YOU TO WAFFLE HOUSE." Now, at 3:30 am, this sounds EXTREMELY appetizing and sweet. AWWW, they want to take us on a DATE?! Katelyn looks at me and says "they will probably change their minds when we stand up."
Last call approches. The two white men stumbled to where we were standing. They invited us to waffle house AGAIN. We turned them down. They wanted to share a cab with us. Katelyn and I being as smart and straight forward as we are do not ask them what they are doing when they get into the cab. I guess we were going to Waffle House. ERRR wrong. They asked us for our address. Us, being as smart and intoxicated as we were, screamed it out to the cab driver.
We got to our apartment. GREAT, they probably wanted to come in. ERRR wrong again. "It was a pleasure meeting you two beautiful ladies, have a great night!" Ummm? Did that REALLY just happen? They rode in the cab with us to PAY for us and say good bye? I'll take it.
Well, either Katelyn was right and they only liked what they saw from the neck up, or we actually met 2 REAL LIFE gentlemen.
I guess we will never know!!
