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| Jul 6, 2006
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Some girls don’t.  I was chatting with a friend of mine this morning, and she was trying to talk me into going out tonight.  I’d love to, but it’s not in the budget. It’s an expensive hobby for me, considering at the very least, I like to wear false nails and they don’t come cheap.

I do tend to drink a wee bit when I go out, as the liquid courage helps me to socialize. This I mentioned and she replied, “Just find men to buy your drinks for you!” Well, I can’t do that. I’m married, and it’s not fair to the guys. If I were ever to buy a lady a drink, there’d be the hope that something would come of it. And with that in mind: accepting a drink from an admirer while knowing he ain’t getting “any” from me, it’s tantamount to fraud from the gender line which I straddle.

And even if I weren’t married, it’s not a viable option. In my single days, counting on the attention of admirers would have left me parched. I’ve been going out to bars and clubs for just over 13 years now, and in all of that time, only twice have strangers offered me a libation.

The first time was at Missie B’s, in Kansas City. I had just received the screwdriver I ordered when a young man slid in beside me at the bar, and offered to buy me a drink. He was young, kinda cute, and very shy. I had noticed him eyeballing me earlier.  We made small talk until I finished that vodka and OJ, and then he offered to get the next round.

“Are they expensive?” he asked, pulling four singles out of an otherwise empty wallet.

The conversation went downhill from there. It was his first time at Missie B’s, and he had seen it on his way to work. From his parents’ house, where he lived in the basement.   His occupation? Oh, he was an architect. Riiiiiiiiight.

Soon, he was asking me to take him upstairs, (where there was another bar and pool tables,) and to “make him into a woman.” Sorry, sport. I wasn’t carrying my magic wand with me.

My screwdriver and I tried to lose him in the crowd, but he was back on my tail, this time looking for a ride home, as the buses had stopped running. I think he eventually asked every single person in the bar for a ride home before finally hoofing it.

The next time was a little better. I was sitting with a girlfriend at The Maxx in Omaha. A fellow sitting by himself sent over drinks for both of us. We tipped our glasses at him, and waved him over.

He was a nice enough fellow; an insurance agent from Sioux Falls. He offered us $100 to go back to his hotel room with him for some fun. Nothing wrong with that, but it wasn’t my cup of tea.

Since then, friends will buy me a drink every now and then, and I’ll return the favor, but that’s been it. Is there a trick to getting free drinks? Is it okay to do it? I’m always open to it, but, all they’re going to get in return is friendly conversation. And if they want more than there’d better be a diamond ring in the bottom of that martini glass.


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Ronnie Rho has been writing for Transgender Forum since May of 1999. One of these days, she'll get it right. She's been described as the "world's most famous recluse," but only by people who don't know her very well. She is unmarried, and lives in Cincinnati.

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