naming blogs is easy

I hailed a cab because I was running late. “Busy night for you, huh,” I said after giving the driver my destination. Somehow he interpreted this as a referendum on his income-earning power because for the rest of the ride he told me about how much people wanted from him. People in Las Vegas calling him because they were down and out and in need of $300. Family members asking if they could move in. Women telling him that they’d fuck guys if it meant they could get cars or expensive clothes. (He used a popular song to illustrate this point over and over, to the point where it sort of got stuck in my head.) White women weren’t immune from this either, in case I was wondering. It went on. Mostly I answered with clucked tongues and “oh my goodness”-ing.

But at one point I said, “That’s so funny because all I want is a second date with someone who is nice and likes me.”

He kept yelling.