Turncoat Politics

FMRM//Internet Dating and Devil’s Pie

Another post from my friend AD whose musings on life told through music never get old.

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So I went on a date this weekend, with a girl I met online, nonetheless.  Yeah, I caved.  I’ll admit it.  I’m doing the online thing.  It was only a matter of time right?  It’s 2010 for crying out loud!  Nobody talks on the phone anymore.  E-mail is quite old-fashioned.  I don’t even text anymore.  Twitter and Blackberry Messenger have seemed to takeover.

A couple of reasons for my foray into the online dating scene:
1)  I’m screening for an Asian girl.  Figured I needed to get back to the basics.
2)  Wanted to feel some female energy after months of hanging with dudes.
3)  Laziness.

We had some good correspondence via email, and she ended up giving me her number.  I didn’t even ask for it…so right away, I was intrigued by her initiative. Everything about her prior to meeting in person was on point.  She works in HR, she’s Chinese, she’s from the Bay, and I got the vibe that she was real down to earth.     .

Then we talked a little about music…she likes the standard KISS FM stuff, loves to go clubbing, and will definitely get jiggy to some Juvenile.  She’s lives in Irvine, went to UCI, and will make the trek to Level 3 at Highlands (the infamous club in Hollywood where the parking lot packs Hondas and Acuras like sardines, and also where you could find my sister circa 2001).  So needless to say, homegirl is not only Asian, but she’s AZN if you catch my drift.

Whatever, I told myself.  I need to stop judging girls based on their tastes in music.   It’s a lose - lose situation.  The girls I do meet who have similar taste in music as I do seem to have a chip on their shoulder.  Let’s face it, if a girl can relate to Mafioso Rap, she either looks like an extra in Scarface or she had an older brother who was a Filipino DJ named KoopaTroopa1.   And the past couple girls I’ve dated were the girls Chris Rock was talking about.  (It’s hard to defend, “Move Bitch, get out the way.”)   The Mexican had horrible taste in music, the White girl…well, she had white girl rhythm.  We still managed to make it last for a couple months.  

At least with this Asian girl, we’d have slanty eyes in common.

So here’s how the date went down.
1)  Dinner at a Lebanese Restaurant with fun conversation.
2)  Kamikaze Shots at the bar/ club next door.
3)  Her — Backing that AZZ up.
4)  Me — Biting my lip.
5)  Us — Leaving the spot, and hanging out in the Envoy jammin to D’angelo — Devil’s Pie.
6)  Her — “I’ve never heard this.  It’s really good.”
7)  Me — “Hell yeah it is.”

According to Wikipedia,  Questlove said the song was written to address the issues of “the money hungry jiggafied state of the world we’re in, which you can’t eat without dough, cream, ice, cheddar, and bread (the key ingredients) and how the devil will destroy those who will sell their souls to him.” 

Keep in mind, Devil Pie came out in 1998.  I believe that talking about materialism in hip hop is now as old as hip hop itself. 

Which is why I say, if you can’t beat’em, join’em.
Which is why I say, once I join’em, convert’em.
Which is why I’m going out with her again this Saturday.

Peace.  AD.