tales of a girl in the city

mai 19, 2005

The Quest For A Baby Daddy

"Oh my GOD, Kathryn. He so needs to be my baby' daddy."

C screams this as she hangs out of the open taxi window, still reaching for the European-looking stranger she has just kissed.

"Be my baby' daddy!"

"I have no number to call you," he says, trying to thrust his business card at her.

He's still holding the card out to the air as our cab speeds 'round the corner, off to Marquis where C's actual boyfriend awaits.

C falls into the backseat, laughing and hiking up her fuschia top.

All I can think is, "I can't believe I'm friends with a foot model."