So I recently decided to step outside my comfort zone and go on a date with a black guy. Compared to my usual blue-eyed Larry’s, the entire experience was quite different and has me now debating if the coveted hot and sexy black man is what I really need? (Magnum Magnet?)
I met Hip Hop Larry about two weeks ago one early morning while getting coffee at Starbucks. We chit chatted for a bit before I gave him my card. He then followed up by texting me within the hour with a picture of him in a silk robe with a big smile, the message read, “Nice to meet you, here is my number.” Nice to meet you, I’m Hugh Hefner’s protégé was probably more fitting, but it’s not everyday a girl meets a cute Larry with the swagger of a rapper, so I stored the number.
A week later, it was decided we would go to a sports bar for a 1pm game and Larry arrived to pick me up promptly at 1230. The date went smoothly & there was definite chemistry. The conversation flowed and Larry was quite affectionate, at times too affectionate, as he stuck his 5 inch tongue to the back of my throat, repeatedly. Were we really having a “passionate” make out session in a sports bar? The words just go with it echoed in my mind.
At half time Larry says, “let’s go somewhere else.” I inquired where, but he said, “it’s a surprise.” Our next stop was Ralph’s where I got to select a bottle of wine to go to our unknown destination. From sports bar to red wine, wow, could Hip-Hop Larry be a romantic? After getting the wine, we got back in the car and Larry put in a JayZ CD and turned the volume up. So much for romance, it’s JayZ time. As I sat thinking about the red wine and where we were going, it was hard for me to gauge what I was feeling. JayZ was for sure distracting any kind of romantic feelings that could have been developing.
Eventually we end up in Malibu and Larry pulls into the Mailboxes parking lot. PAUSE. Where are we going? As I sat confused Larry said, “I’ll be right back, going to get my mail.” At this point, I’m like, wtf. First he lives in Hollywood, second, isn’t this a date? Hmm, OK. Next stop was the beach. I tried to get back into character of someone on a date and not someone that just pit stopped to get mail on a first date.
At the beach, we parked off to side of the road where we had a good view of the ocean. With JayZ still in the background, we sipped red wine from the clear solo cup, talked about random things, including his love for sex, where Larry compared his appetite for sex to that of a hungry lion. Fantastic?…Wait…maybe that’s scary. All in all, the date was "good", despite some odd patches along the way, including a weird kiss and speedy exit at the end. As I walked to my elevator, with JayZ still stuck in my head, I thought, hmm, is this what modern day romance is….JayZ on the beach? I didn’t know if I was falling in love or pumped up for a rap concert.