So I caught up with my main client from 2003-4 yesterday at his son's surprise birthday party. Haven't seen the guy in quite some time and he was very happy to see me for someone whose books were completely fucked up by a bi-polar mess.

One the way back to the PA Bus Terminal, an attractive, well-dressed black girl who was having trouble navigating her CFM spiked pumps walked past my two past colleagues and me.

She came up to me and asked if I'd like to party. I said, "No, thank you" with a smile.

My friends were busting on me as to why she chose to proposition me and completely neglected them, especially since they have been known to partake in hookers and I never have.

The consensus was:

1) it was sad that so pretty a young lady had chosen to work the street.

2) this was more anecdotal evidence that darker women inexplicably adore me.


Kind of sad, since I like the far lighter ones.