As a writer, I tend to notice the actions of other people – observe what they do. The following really isn’t a story, maybe just a bit of a character study.
A girl walks into a bar in downtown Cincinnati. I’m not going to say which one, because it’s not important to the “study.”
She’s thin, has dark, long hair and is white. She’s wearing sunglasses. I notice her red gym shoes. She orders a vodka and cranberry.
The bar isn’t crowded and I’m sitting fairly close to her. She starts talking to me and the bartender.
She says she’s from Dayton but lived for three years in New York. She’s in Cincinnati, because her boyfriend is in jail here. Her car has broken down.
She only has enough money for one drink. She’s almost broke. She says she doesn’t know her way around the city.
Feeling sorry for her, the bartender buys her another drink. The girl steps outside to smoke a cigarette. After waiting a few minutes, I decide to go out and smoke one myself.
The girl isn’t outside. I turn to my left and watch her come out a mini-market with a pack of cigarettes. I guess she wasn’t all that broke.
From a distance, I watch her smoke on the corner. People pass her by and she pays them no mind, except when black men pass her. She stops every one of them, no exceptions.
Again, from a distance, I watch her talk to them and I’m guessing she’s giving them her sob story. None of the men offer any “help.” They walk away from her.
I go back into the bar, taking a barstool future away from her. The bar’s a little busier now.
A few minutes later, the girl comes back in, gets her glass of vodka and cranberry and sits next to a black man who’s having a beer. I start to listen in on the conversation.
The girl who’s from Dayton is now from Columbus. Her boyfriend is now her brother who’s in jail. She had to sell her car to help find a lawyer to get him out.
No, not a real story here – just an observation.
Here’s a white chick that likes black men. Nothing wrong with that at all, but beware guys. This girl is a liar.
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