My best friend of 20 years works in a local casino sports bar. Usually on Saturdays I go visit and once in awhile on Thursdays because she is often solo those nights. Tonight was one of those Thursday nights. One drunk patron made it, well, something or other...

I was sitting there in complete guy-mode (except high up ponytail and slightly obvious breast development) because of multiple reasons (including being lazy tonight and not actually being out in public about transitioning). An out-of-town patron I've met a few ties before was there so we gabbed awhile when a woman comes up. She somehow kinda knew the person I was chatting with from I suppose sharing a couple of drinks either earlier or the day before. Eventually the woman turns to me, gives me the once over in my chair (including face touching), and proceeds to tell me I look like I would make a good drag queen. In that brief moment I can't decide to simply say "thanks" or laugh or be fearful that she thinks I actually look like Dr. Frankenfurter. Then said woman asks me if I am sure I am a guy and nearly fondles my chest before changing direction and aiming south. She pulled away immediately laughing but I sat there thinking that if she had just gone an inch higher or realized I was actually tucked down below, she might have decided to stop calling me boy toy...

Not sure if I am scared of what Saturday night this week will be like or too freakin' curious as to what could happen. Either way, I think I will need an adult... also pretty sure my friend was laughing her backside off in between patrons.