Have you ever looked at a White guy and said, “I’ll bet he doesn’t have a single minority friend” or “I bet he doesn’t like minorities”

These deductions are normally based on a number of things:

- The persons’ general stiff WASP appearance
 
- The way their cower when a minority is in striking distance
 
- The way they frown when addressed by a minority
 
- The way you “just know”. You can’t put it into words but you just know.


This “just know” feeling is what I got when I met my friend Patrick. We met one night when we were both invited to dinner by our mutual friend, Mavi, who happens to be Costa Rican (at the time this point didn’t weigh into the equation).

What struck me immediately about Patrick was his handsomeness. Blond hair, icy blue eyes and a killer smile. He sat at the end of the table from which he held court.


Unlike the assholes there that night, he didn’t brag about his career, he worked for his family’s law firm. He didn’t go on about his car, which was a jag at the time. He was a fantastic listener who called people on their BS and he looked you square in the eye when you spoke. He was also intelligent and had a big Southern personality.


I say Southern because we were in Montgomery at the time and he belongs to an old Southern WASPy family. Old money coming out of their booties! He was the typical Southern frat boy who went to the old Southern school and took part in all of the South hedonism (and there was a lot!) with the security that he’d graduate and join the family business regardless.


I’m thinking “This guy is a jerk!” but I was dead wrong. Patrick’s seemingly judgmental stare was based on his belief that whoever was speaking deserved his undivided attention and it was also a great way to decipher if the person was an idiot and worth his time. Oh snap, I love this guy! He’s like my brother from another mother!


Anyway, a few weeks pass and he throws a dinner party at his house. Let me rephrase that, his house was a mini mansion which he purchased on his own. This, as a later found out, was very important to him. Mr. Patrick was/is one of my most culturally diverse friends.

Besides being a kickass attorney, he plays classic piano, belongs to a choral group (he can sing his butt off), has starred in a number of plays, funds and performs in countless theatrical groups, and owns a pet monkey that drinks like a sailor on shore leave and eats the wallpaper in the kitchen. We still can't figure out the wallpaper thingy but the monkey is a riot nonetheless. 


And he has tons of minority friends! Too many to count. It’s like freakin’ Amsted meets The Alamo at his dinner parties. But what really fascinated me about him is his family. Old Southern tend to be a bit racist but his isn’t. His father WILL be my next husband if Greg kicks it. Love him, he’s so cute!


Anyway, I write this because I wanted to let Patrick know how much I adore him. I’m so proud of the work he’s done with his theater company and I know there’s a Sister out there waiting to jump his bones! Maybe this year will be the year for him. Let’s hope she doesn’t judge him by appearances.


 **NOTE TO SISTERS**
He's one of the coolest people you'll meet. And from what I'm told he's a great kisser. :)