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My Dinner with Darla

I used to go to Payless shoe stores quite often to buy my shoes. Not only where the prices low but they had the larger sizes that larger and taller women like me need. During these visits I would see the same girls and eventually struck up a bit of a rapport with a young woman (we'll call her Darla). She was super helpful and I was flattered by the fact that in her eyes I passed as a woman. The way she treated me had me convinced that she believed I had been born as such. She ended up, however, leaving that particular store and I lost sight of her for a long period.

Lo and behold, during one of my outings a few months ago I ran into her in the street. She was very friendly and we ended up exchanging cell phone numbers. After that she would text me and I would text her periodically and we joked about getting together one day. So when the opportunity finally came a couple of weeks ago (our calendars finally aligned) we agreed to meet up for a drink at 6 pm on a Friday evening.

I must admit that I had some trepidation about passing an extended period of time "en femme" and somehow blowing my cover in front of her. Then having to back track and explain that it was all an elaborate trick I was playing. I had told her I was married and had children which was true but I never told her I was the husband in that arrangement. So that afternoon I almost backed off and cancelled. I thought a lot about what to wear and how to explain that I was transgendered (should it come to that).

Since it was a warm and muggy day, I opted for a pink top, flowery skirt and ballerina flats. I left the house early and decided to just walk around the city a bit before meeting up. When the moment came she called me and told me where she was and I walked up to meet her. The first thing she did was give me a nice kiss on both cheeks and we started walking to our agreed little bistro. That evening, not only was the conversation entirely charming but we shared a lot of deeper feelings about ourselves (her brother had committed suicide a few years ago)and I felt quite honored that she could trust someone this much that she had only sold shoes to. She asked me about my kids and my husband and I decided to tell her that he and I were breaking up (not entirely untrue since I was splitting up with my girlfriend).

In the end what struck me is that I really felt privy to a this bond that women feel when they are amongst themselves and sharing their feelings. I drove her home that night thinking that I had passed some sort of test. Not that I had fooled someone but that I had been included in a sorority of real women at least for that night and come away richer for it.

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  1. Based on what I've experienced, women tend to build relationships, real connections instead of just acquaintances. You passed the test - she felt she could relate to you as a female, and treated you as such. But now, you will always have to relate to her as a female would - so to show her the same respect she showed you....

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  2. I agree Chris. Thanks for the advice. I do take these things seriously...

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