back in the day, a mysterious but beautiful black woman patronized all of the high end clubs in San Francisco. She would arrive by limousine and was always accompanied by two men (bodyguard types). She was a former model and her name was Delaine. Allegedly, she invested her money well and lived in a penthouse in Diamond Heights.
She could stop a room and wore expensive hats, designer wear and pricey shoes.
According to her, one night, she met a black funnyman at a private club. She was not impressed by his celebrity and didn't find him attractive.
She refused to give him her number.
Due to his connections, he was able to obtain her number.
He called her the next day, she told him, 'Like I told you last night, I'm not interested,' and how in the hell did you get my number? He ignored her and said, "I think you are very beautiful and I like your height (5'10) and soft features but I've traveled all over the world, I've seen beautiful transsexuals who are often mistaken for women. You wouldn't happen to be a transsexual would you? Delaine said, when he asked this question, you could hear the desperation in his voice, hoping and praying that she would answer yes. Instead, she told the truth and replied: "Hell No!"
Our funnyman lost interest and hung up in her face.
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