Growing up, I was the girl who blasted Bon Jovi in the tiny subsidized
apartment I shared with my mother, the one who preferred Friends to
Martin and John Hughes to Spike Lee. Is it any wonder, then, why my
mother would set me up on a Black Friend Date?
To read more of this piece by friend to UR, Jamie Nesbitt Golden, go to xojane.
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