Continuing with our Out and About theme, here is an outing that I completely forgot about until I was browsing through some old blog posts.
Friday, I went to the Mohegan Sun casino to play slots and have fun.
It was a miserable drive from my home to the casino with heavy rain falling the entire trip. The bad weather and slowed traffic added almost 30 minutes to the normal 75-minute trip.
I arrived at the casino at 11 AM and found it busier for midday weekday than it has been in awhile. Either the economy is better or a lot of vacationers abandoned the nearby Long Island Sound beaches for some dry indoor activities.
I played quarter slots for the first 90 minutes and was down about $10. After lunch, I switched to two-cents and one-cent slots and my luck improved. By the time I quit and headed for home, I had $248 more in my purse than when I arrived!
People-wise, I had one very interesting encounter. When I ate lunch – a glass of seltzer and a salad topped with grilled chicken – I sat at the bar rather than at a table in Big Bubba’s BBQ because I wanted to check out all the breweriana on display behind the bar.
Half way through eating my salad, I had a new real life experience! A middle-aged guy sat next to me, ordered a beer and began chatting with me.
I cleared my throat, spoke softly and held up my half of the conversation.
After about 10 minutes, I emptied my glass of seltzer and the guy asked me if he could buy me a drink.
“Where was this going?” I wondered. I did not want to find out, so I played the spoken-for card.
“No thank-you,” I said, “I’m happily married.”
“Is your husband here?” he asked.
“What difference does that make?” I asked.
“Well, he is a very lucky guy.”
“Thank-you,” I said.
"It was nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you, too,” I returned.
With that, he paid his bill and left the restaurant.
Wow!
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| Jenny Shaw out and about at The Magpie Cafe in Whitby, North Yorkshire, England |
One of the things that perplexes me and causes us girls a conundrum, Stana, is whether or not this person, or any that we meet on life's journey, know who we are and don't care because they are into girls like us or if they believe we are, in act, a woman. I guess it doesn't matter in the big scheme of things because, in your case, you are married and have no desire to cheat. However, it would be nice to know whether someone is in to us and I think that is nearly an impossible conversation to have without potentially causing a scene or risking our well being.
ReplyDeleteIt is our conundrum and even though I am married, I would still like to know (just to massage my fragile ego).
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ReplyDeleteOh, when you said married he leapt to husband... he had you as a woman.... and you properly did not correct him.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story! And I feel like it must be so very incredibly tempting to ask a gentleman admirer if his interest is in me as a woman or as a crossdresser...
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