So, first of all I was meant to be at the club by 1am. I didn't get there until about 3:30am!
I was pitching my screenplay and the person I was pitching it to insisted I have several huge glasses of OJ and Vodka.
I get to the club feeling lovely, and even the practical strip search didn't bother me too much, or the fact that they took my lighter.
I went straight to the stage to dance because I knew my friend would find me up there, I did not know yet that she'd felt over dressed and left around the time I got there.
I got thirsty, went to get a glass of Hypnotic, I mean shot of Hypnotic for $8.oo and met Mr Nigerian.
I've NEVER met or took a number from a guy in a club. I mean NEVER!
I was in the fashion world for a number of years and only hung out with designers and artist and they were all gay. At gay clubs you go to dance and hear how fierce you are all night, not to be picked up.
So Mr. Nigerian starts talking to me and is so charming which mixes well with so drunk.
I give him my number and we hang out until about 7am.
He wanted to take a million pictures so we did that, danced and talked.
He is quite interesting. He was born in Nigeria but grew up in Sweden and speaks 5 languages.
He first rubbed me the wrong way while in the club. His cousin was taking our 10th picture and this fool goes, ".....take a picture of ebony and ivory" ....schreech...I elbowed his ass in the gut and said, "You idiot don't say that, I'm not white I'm just lighter than your ass."
That little exchange was my first turnoff. And it kind of bothered me that his daughters mother is white and that all the women he has been with were white.
Now, of course my ex is white and I dated another white guy before him but I date who I like, not their skintone.
The other turnoff's were: come to Nigeria, come to England, I'm going to MARRY YOU, I can take care of you and you don't have to work.
Bud, I don't need anybody taking care of me, I can take care of myself and I've just met you Speedy Gonzales.
