You just never know though, doya?
So a dude meets this hot chick at a bar. She’s cute, sexy, easygoing, funny, willing and smart.
They spend the evening together, and end up back at her place. They make wild passionate love….I’m taking hang from the chandelier loud boisterous monkey sex. Finally, spent, they fall asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning, as he wakes up to the smell of coffee, he opens his eyes and sees, on the nightstand, a framed photo of a man. She comes in carrying a cup of coffee for him and places it on the nightstand next to the photo.
“Who’s that” he asks. “I hope it isn’t your husband”
“Nope, she replies”
“A boyfriend?” he asks
“Nope”, she giggles
“Ex boyfriend? ”
“nope”.
“Not yer brother,?” he offers, hoping that he isn’t gonna be in trouble.
“No” she smiles
“Who is it then?” he asks, worriedly…
“Oh, that’s me before the surgery”
…Fucked up, man… …Fucked up…
I actually met a couple who owned a bar in Chicago.He had been a photographer and he had photos of beautiful women (not celebrities) all over the walls. He said he’d had sex with every one of them. She used to be a guy, but said she was now all woman. (I never looked.) They seemed like nice people and they ran a good place. That’s all I cared about.
I guess there’s no accounting for taste.
(I’ve been told that gay guys give the best, um, you know, because they know what guys like. I wonder if the same would be true for women who are ex-guys. I see government grant money for someone.)
I see the need for a kit… kind of like a ho e pregnancy test…. that allows a guy to test for XX or XY chromosomes before getting too involved.