Queenie
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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In the pub. People spoke excitedly and glasses clattered noisily. My last girlfriend was black. I looked at my day and blinked. Sure, I misheard him. Sorry, I asked, leaning across the table. My last girlfriend was black, he repeated. Not a trace of irony in his voice. That's nice. Was she a nice person? I asked, taking a very large gulp of my wine. I was still on antibiotics and this red was not going down well. She was crazy, he said, shaking his round head as alarm bells and red flags popped off in mine. My date was almost as wide as he was tall, with a huge belly straining under his t shirt, blond curls framed as big rosy cheeks. In essence, he was a giant cherub. He didn't look like a giant cherub in any of his. Okay. Cupid photos. Obviously I made eye contact with a girl across the room who also appeared to be on a first date. We smiled at each other in solidarity. Maybe we should go to the smoking area. I suggested get some air or we could go back to mine. He shrugged. I'm up for it. It just didn't feel like courtship to me. Maybe I was too old fashioned in my thinking. I feigned illness and got on the bus home. I must have jinxed myself because on the way back I did start to feel ill. My head felt heavy and my stomach turned. I went to text tom but stop myself. If a clean break was what he needed to remind himself. He loved me. It's what I should give him