nite in prov

this is why a.) im afraid to fly solo in public anymore and b.) why i cant stand a certain people. matt meets me in prov last nite for dinner and drinks to celebrate my birthday. how sweet? especially seeing as i kinda trampled his poor little heart about 9 months ago. oops! im just happy hes a nice guy and forgave me.
anyway. we went to tortilla flats for cokes and sic mexican food. drove over to the wild colonial had a round of guinesses, and ended up at the red fez. we're standing outside smokin butts and giggling when i hear something behind me. a black maxima drives by, stops-in the street- and the reverse lights come on. 'oh shit.' i say this to matt, as well as, 'here comes.' so the maxima reverses to where we are standing, dude leans out the window and says 'is that your girlfriend?' 'yes' i respond before matt can get a word out edgewise. though i cant see him, i know hes standing behind me completely perplexed and unaware of what this whole interaction is about. i know this scenario all too well; its happened more tymes than i can keep track of. pulling his head back in the car, dude thinks to himself for a minute, leans back out with 'is one of yo parents black?' 'hahahaha no,' i say. dude looks at me, goes 'dammmn,' shakes his head and rolls off down the street. now, honestly, its not like i was dressed up like a YEA girl. i was sporting jeans, chucks, pompadour and leather jacket-faux. SERIOUSLY now. i never look twice at dudes sporting gel-only wax-and fancy button up shirts bought at the mall. PLUS, i do not advertise that i like your kind, so back the eff off. yes, matt and i were in sketchville prov downtown, but that behaviour is irrational and absurd in any kind of neighbourhood. ugh. vomit. i turn to matt, standing against the building going over the whole minute and a half interaction; hes completely dumbfounded. we both lost it.