ebony and her ivory...

I recently just got off the phone with my most recent (and most prettiest) roommate, Erin......or as I like to refer to her - the ebony to my ivory, hence the title of this post. We hadn't seen each other since the Walkmen concert, so we certainly had some catching up to do.

We talked for a while, and upon expressing my dismay that we haven't talked in so long, she informed me that she's been a little pre-occupied, as she has now obtained........a man. This is BIG news, guys. Erin is ridiculously cool, so any "man" of hers has to also be ridiculously cool, and manly. Post-asking all the questions a good friend asks about any men that enter the picture, I got to the one that is going to make or break my approval concerning this relationship.......I know you know what I'm talking about ladies. "Does he like rock music?"

She replied, thankfully that he does, though he prefers rock of the classic persuasion, which is fantastic with me - I was raised on the stuff. (Gotta give a shout out to my dad for that one - Yo Pops! REPRESENT!)

......HOWEVER......

He's not much into the indie rock scene, and I say, to each his own. Erin started telling me a story of an outing to a cd store they romantically shared recently. She was perusing the cd racks, trying to get away with not telling him what she was there to buy, for fear of being chastised. Finally, when she could avoid it no longer, she had to tell him that she was looking for the newest Coldplay album (X & Y). He naturally shook his head and said, "Uh uh." She was like, "What? They're really good!" And his response makes me approve of him all the more, as honesty in any relationship is key...

"Coldplay is for suicidal white girls."

Shwew! Good thing I bought my tickets!