And adventure I have...well....endured.
I went out with this girl the other night, we'll call her "sex-change Bobbie". She had a boyish name and the most awkward physique I've ever seen on a woman. Actually, I was almost certain that SHE was going to be a HE when we talked on the phone. Her voice was just not convincingly feminine enough for me.<<
I don't know what I was looking for when I went out with Bobbie. She clearly wasn't my type; neither her personality nor her physical traits matched what I'm normally attracted to. However, I think that I made some pretty weird assumptions during our time out.
I went and picked "Bobbie" up from her place around 7:30 the other night. I ended up taking her to this coffee shop right next to the dollar movie theatre. There's this drink there that I just know I'm not going to be able to have ever again, so while I'm in the early stages of my newly diagnosed diabetes, I thought I'd go take advantage of being ignorant to the disease right now. We arrived there around 8pm and left about 9pm. That was the single shortest date I've ever had. Normally, either myself, or the other person would strain to make the date last long enough to have real solid reasons not to call the other person and schedule a second date. But this time, I got tired. I couldn't get myself to talk to myself for any longer than an hour. Afterall...I had been talking to myself all day packing. And Laura had called me earlier and we always talk too long; as most best friends do...
Anyway, in the short time that I spent at Java with "Bobbie", I made a pretty wild assumption...I REALLY think Bobbie was once a guy...yes...thus the name "sex-change Bobbie." Her voice fluctuated way too high and low at strange times. She was abnormally tall for a woman...6', although plump. Her boobs seemed a little off. I couldn't pin-point it...not that I was staring at her chest the whole night (I'm really not shallow like that).
The truth about my outing with "Bobbie", though, is that I couldn't find a way to connect to her...not a single one! I spent the whole hour talking up a storm...trying to make up for the many awkward pauses in conversation. "Bobbie" just sat there.
So, what would a man, who had a sex-change to be a woman want to do with a woman? Would that make him straight? Or a lesbian? Or was she just trying badly to meet someone to be friends with?
Am I strange to think that she was a man? I wish I had taken a picture. These are the types of situations you get yourself in and can never prove, and always wonder about afterwards.
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