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Actually I didn’t have any fun with my imagined wig hair (back then) blowing in the wind plus having my hands wrapped tightly around my new crush’s waist. I was never able to beg my way into a ride and I never tried. I’m sure you remember the post I wrote about the experience.
Long time Cyrsti’s Condo reader (and co-founder) Connie Malone does and commented:
“ I’ve known you long enough that I recall discussing with you what to do about the biker guy at the time. It was fun girl talk, with lots of anticipation. Although it wasn’t a fairy tale ending, it still created much drama.
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Connie Malone
The banana thing never appealed to me (intended). I guess I’m penis- averse in general, and even more so concerning my own. I have been asked for dates a number of times, let alone the numerous hits I’ve had to endure — mostly on the unsavory side. I did meet with a fellow band member for dinner one night before a rehearsal, but it wasn’t really a date. He was just a really nice guy who totally accepted me when I came out to the band (a whole story in itself), and we met as friends. I remember sitting with him in the crowded restaurant, amazed that he was so comfortable being with a trans woman in public. Of course, it was fairly early in my transition, so I wasn’t really so comfortable being in public, myself. By all appearances, we must have been perceived to be on a date by others, and I was even more amazed that nobody was staring at us. It was one of those…
