the scene: 14th st between 6th and 7th avenues. me, walking down the street east, wearing a short pleated tan skirt, pink tank top, and a cropped pink short-sleeved crocheted sweater. hair down. chatting on the cell phone with j. an attractive african-american man spots me.
guy: mmmm. you look like dessert.
i keep walking.
guy: and i got a sweet tooth.
me: well, i just had my chocolate so i'm okay. (referring the chocolate gelato carin and i had earlier.)
i suddenly realize that is not the best thing to say to a black man who's hitting on me.
guy: chocolate? you want chocolate? i'm all the chocolate you need, baby. i got chocolate. c'mere and get some chocolate.
me: jessica, um, this guy, don't say to a black guy you like chocolate ever unless you want to get with them.
guy: chocolate? chocolate?....
his voice fades as i rush into the subway.