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A mixed-sex couple who I met through Funny Lady – I shall call them Wine Shrink and Z – took me out to a wine tasting at Flight on Capitol Hill, followed by dinner at Plum. It was lovely, and I now feel as I'll be at best second up against the wall when the revolution comes.
Wine Shrink and I have certain... tastes in common. I should get in touch with her about that. She's also someone who's expressed a professional interest in my sex toy, and has provided valuable information about the business side of it.
Was it a date? I'm not the only one to ask that question. I don't think so. Yes, Wine Shrink is queer, but a) it didn't feel like a date, b) she brought her dude, and c) I'm much too old and homosexual to be a unicorn, and I'm pretty sure they knew that going in.
Do I wish it had been a date? You know, I wouldn't have minded. I really wouldn't have minded. I must grudgingly admit that Z seems all right, though.
Wine Shrink and I have certain... tastes in common. I should get in touch with her about that. She's also someone who's expressed a professional interest in my sex toy, and has provided valuable information about the business side of it.
Was it a date? I'm not the only one to ask that question. I don't think so. Yes, Wine Shrink is queer, but a) it didn't feel like a date, b) she brought her dude, and c) I'm much too old and homosexual to be a unicorn, and I'm pretty sure they knew that going in.
Do I wish it had been a date? You know, I wouldn't have minded. I really wouldn't have minded. I must grudgingly admit that Z seems all right, though.
