Four comments! That's four more than I deserved, after neglecting this blog so long. I'm so glad you're all still reading...I've turned into a serious lurker out there in Greater Metropolitan Blogland, but I am still reading along.
This was the scene Sunday night: A. and I were in DC, driving home not too late after going out to eat for our anniversary. We were at a light on a street well known for being home to lobbyists, windows partway down because it was a pleasant night for a change.
A car full of college students--well, young men, but they struck me as college students--pulled up in the lane next to us, loud music rolling out of every open window like every stereotype you have of black men in their twenties, except somehow more scholarly. I'm not that good on car types, but I guess it was the kind of car that made me think, "studious kids." Still, I turned my eyes back into my car when theirs came to a stop, but eye contact happened first. Briefly, but it was enough.
The young man in the passenger seat proceeded to make a big bid for my attention. I kept my eyes on the light.
Finally he resorted to hollering this out into the K Street night:
"Slightly overweight white woman! I know you aren't going to look at me! But I'm smart, and I'm Nigerian, and I am very drunk!"
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I can't help but think that "very drunk" is the key to the whole thing.
Ha ha, that's really funny.
College kids can be kind of weird sometimes (I should know; I am one).
Smart. Nigerian. Very drunk. Exactly what I'm looking for in a hook-up.
That is funny.
that is priceless.
Phantom told me about this story on the phone today, and I am still cracking up over it.
That really is priceless.
Ah, to be addressed as slightly overweight white woman by a drunk Nigerian myself. I can dream, right?
I should get myself up to DC....
Niobe, I think Jody nailed it. Gotta hit K Street on a Sunday night.
blackenedboy and Tall Kate, welcome!
Tall Kate, if I weren't an idiot I would have clicked through and found out you're blogging now, before Phantom told me. Yay!
So, did you look at him after that?
Yeah, I totally caved. And I told him to go home and sleep it off.
That smart, drunk Nigerian is very keen on modifiers.
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