A Guy Thing

A few weeks back, I was waiting for a train. I was wearing a purple wig, and had make-up on, and was feeling pretty good.

For the first time in a long time, a guy expressed an interest in me. As we spoke, the "perfect" opportunity came up for me to be candid about my situation. I debated. I asked him if he really wanted to know what I might say.

He said yes, probably not expecting what was going to be said. Funny thing was that he did not run after I told him about the "c" word. I wondered if that might mean something. I decided to make a big leap, giving him a card, and a way to contact me, if he wanted to (and it seemed he may have wanted to).

I thought about writing about it back then, but did not want to make him any more uncomfortable than he may have been, had he shown up here. Well. Since time has elapsed, and I have not heard from him, I figure he decided he must not be interested. Either that, or he lost my card.

I tend to think it more the former, though. It would take someone pretty special to be willing to jump into these waters with me at this point. I imagine many would want nothing to do with it, and others would find it terrifying, if they were honest.

Oh well. For a short blip, I felt a bit normal. So often these days I just feel invisible - especially when it comes to those of the opposite sex.