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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When I turned 23 I moved to the states for a year (los Angeles)just to waist a year of my life before the mortgage ,car ,and kids came along, anyways it was the complete opposite to the life I was use to living, loads of money, loads of sun and best of all, loads of women, the hard Irish accent worked a charm,
After a while I made some real good friends,still Mates to this day, but one in particular would never join us on the weekends to go clubbing, he said he just likes doing his own thing, none of us had any problems with that, this one week end he asked me to join him as he knew I was alone due to the fact my Mates all went home for Xmas, I was excited and nervous to see what he had in store, we met in his local bar,had a few drinks, played some pool, nothing different than any other night, so with that he said onto the next bar , its a bit different he said with a snigger, the second I entered the next bar all I could see was the sexiest looking lady I've ever seen, I paid no attention to what was going on around me, my eyes were fixed to the bar tender, then my mate asks "what do you make of this place ?"
My reply was "I fucking love it" is this your first trans bar he asks !!!!!!! The blood drained from my face and with my total ignorance and narrow minded vision from living in a small town for so long I ran out through the door,
A few weeks past but all I could think of was that bar tender, was it a guy ? Was it a genetic woman,? At this point I didn't care, I had to go again, Friday arrives and with the biggest ball of nerves andain anxiety in my stomach I can't describe I walked through them doors of that bar to be greeted with from the bar tender "I KNEW YOUD BE BACK TO SEE ME " yikes gulp I'm in trouble ........  |
