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“You Are The Only Black Woman I Like.”
“Girl, you know Robert’s birthday is today?” my coworker-turned-friend said excitedly about her boyfriend.
“Oh my god, really? Put me on the phone with him!” I exclaimed.
I heard some muffling in the background while I cleared my throat, warming up my voice to sing to him. Yes, I really enjoy celebrating birthdays with the people I love.
A masculine voice appeared on the other line. “Hello?”
I proceeded to sing the entire Happy Birthday song to him, and even though he couldn’t see me I was beaming from ear to ear. After all, another year of life isn’t granted to many, especially to those we care about.
“Awww, thank you beautiful,” he said in a soft tone. I could tell he was touched by my terrible, off-key rendition of the popular tune.
“So what are you going to do today?” I asked.
“Uh, not much. Probably just go to the bar. Hey, can I tell you something and you not get offended?”
“Sure.” I mentally prepared as he paused to gather himself. While this man was a sweet, sensitive Pisces he still had a reckless mouth.
“I hate to say this, but you are the only black woman I like.”
