#1. Yesterday, my friend showed at a gallery. It was a benefit for a photographer who is losing her sight due to a rare blood disease.
I should've known it wasn't for me. As I walked into the elevator to go up to the space, a woman was on the elevator with some crazy lashes. She had on a long dress with a fishnet stripe going around it. She wasn't wearing any underwear and you could see her flat butt. It was disturbing. She was nice though. So, I go up and my friend is a painter and jewelry designer. She had her pieces out on a table and her paintings on the wall. Gorgeous pieces. There were 3 seats next to where she was showing. A rude man who had a European accent and was druuuuuunk like a skunk was sitting there. He had shaggy black hair that looked greasy, smudged black eyeliner, tight black shirt, vest, with a bunch of silver chains, tight black skinny jeans, gold peep-toe pumps, and Fendi purse. Ummm....ookay!
J was sitting down next to him. I saw the guy say something and walk away. I asked J what that was about. He said the guy said to him:
Guy:"How are you?"
J: "I'm good and you?"
Guy: Drunk and horny.
J: "Sorry to hear that. I've been there before.
Guy: "Well, my boyfriend is on his way. In the meantime, I have to use the bathroom. What's the chances of me leaving my bag here with all my money in it while a black man is sitting here and I come back and its still here?"
J: "Don't worry. It will still be here when you come back. Not all black men are thieves."
Guy: "Well, if you're still here when I get back, I want a tongue kiss"
J is so unbothered by most things and so calm. Hilarity.
The guy comes back.
"Oh, I guess you were right. Give me a kiss."
J gives him a kiss on the cheek, the gut moves his face and tries to catch J on the lips and then tries to stick his tongue in his mouth.
Yuck.
He hits my arm really hard.
"Hey, I wanna tell you something!"
I want to walk away. If he said some racial ish, it would've been a problem.
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Someone steals one of my friend's jewelry pieces. This random girl standing around in not so many words insinuates its me.
Why? Because when she told me it was stolen, I didn't react. I really wasn't surprised. It was a nice piece and the price tag was $600. No one that she knew was around when it was stolen.
I asked her if she asked the drunk guy. She said oh, I doubt he stole it because when I told him, he reacted.
I said, "Well reaction or no reaction. I didn't take it. XX is my friend and I'm no thief."
Mind you, in my head, I'm thinking...there were other women around. It can't just be because I didn't react. Is it possible that she's singling me out as opposed to everyone else because I'm black? I'm the only black woman besides my friend-the designer for miles. I'm like...nah...relax!
We all go outside. My friend is crying. Her boyfriend is consoling her. She's about to leave and go file a police report. The girl will not stop staring at me. I tell J, rather loudly, "Let's go. This chick keeps staring at me like I'm automatically guilty. I feel like I'm about to smash her face in. I'm not making a scene. So, let's just leave this space."
We leave and I get a phone call that pissed me off further...
To be continued....
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2 comments:
That's usually how it goes. Seems like the chick pointing the fingers may have been the guilty culprit, she was a little too involved.
oh hell to the no. jay is very patient. cause i would not.
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