Translation: Some of my friends date Asian women. I have a lot of friends in interracial relationships. Translation: I’d never do it but I think Halle Berry’s pretty. Interracial relationships aren’t a big deal nowadays.
And I knew from talking to him on the phone that he was from the South. Two weeks later, I climbed in the passenger seat of the bald white guy’s truck when he picked me up from my apartment in Miracle Mile. And the one or two white guys in the mix had hair.Īre you a veteran of L.A.'s current dating scene? We want to publish your story The musician who serenaded me at the Dresden between Marty and Elayne’s sets. The actor who’d given me his head shot as soon as he learned I was a TV writer. The real estate agent I’d met at the LACMA summer jazz series. Since I’d known her I’d mostly dated black guys. He also shaved his head and, apparently, that threw my friend for a loop. I’m black and my friend Kim is white, as was the guy in question. She raised an eyebrow and slurped on her vodka cranberry. “The … bald … white guy?” she asked, her face scrunched up in disbelief.
I was talking to my friend, Kim, as we sipped cocktails at a bar in Hollywood.
