"My Saturday nights in the summer time, let’s just say they are usually POPPIN. My friend Paula and I went to go hit up our usual spot EFS downtown for some drinks. Our night starts with us doing a round around the club, saying hello to our club family going to the washroom to check our makeup. Being fairly attractive girls, we always get invited into booths; we sometimes pick our spot based on what bottles are on the table LOL, Paula likes Vodka, I love GIN. we ended up in a booth near the DJ: perfectly elevated, major views of the club and perfect for spotting any hot guys. We kindly introduce ourselves to the guys and cheers to the night with some Ciroc and cranberry juice.
“I noticed this white Italian looking guy checking me out, with little hesitation he came over asked my name and proceeded with the usual: “What’s your background?” question. I told him proudly: “I’m Jamaican and Irish on my moms side and French and Italian on the other”. He looked at me perplexed then replied: “Jamaican, as in the Caribbean, the islands?”, I said “Yes”, he followed with: “So your moms a N*****R then?”. I absolutely lost it. I angrily plowed through the crowd, Paula chasing after me. I explained to herwhat happened, she coincided with me ( she’s Russian but she has a lot of non-white friends ) apologized and said we were not going back to the booth. 2 hours later, we left the club and as we were walking back to the car, the same Italian-looking guy followed us out and started begging for my number. I lost it again and exclaimed: “How fucking dare you?”, he said: “What did I do, I’m sorry, I really like you”, Paula turned to him told him to leave me alone and followed me across the street to apologize for the guys behaviour once again.”