Neighborhood sushi joint scouted by dykes.

So there's this sushi joint, Kamakura, that I've walked past probably hundreds of times by now on my way home with groceries, etc. I'd been meaning to try it, but the Wendling doesn't like sushi. T & I had dinner there last night. Is it Shiro's? No. Is it perfectly acceptable? Sure! Does the whole neighborhood know it's acceptable? Apparently, but that's the case with any good restaurant, bar, or coffee shop.

Man, T & I are coming at dating while queer, single, and middle aged from very different perspectives. She's a cis widow, married to a man she clearly loved for many years; I'm a trans divorcée with... unusual tastes. We compare notes, but I think we're taking different tests. But both of us have gonzo first date stories!