it starts...

friday night i went out with a couple of girls that i used to work with. we were in paternoster square, sharing a bottle of wine and catching up on each other's lives:

friend: so, you're fucking black guy, aren't you?
me: err... huh?
friend: you just said you wanted to "link" me.
me: oh.
me: shit.

my only consolation is that sometimes i hear him talk like me, too.