I don't expect anyone here to fix anything. I have to deal with my own stupidity myself.

Tonight I was sitting at my Computer, getting ready to add to one of my stories, when I discovered my Root Beer Float was dry. They just put in a Pop machine in the lobby and though it was late for me. I thought that I could slip in and out and back to my Apartment safely. I had just walked up to the machine and it appeared that it was empty. I was not willing to accept the obvious, and began to search for a way to cajole a soft drink out of its innards. I had just about given up when one of the other residents walked up to help. He was obviously intoxicated and his speech was slurred, among other things.

He stood very close to me and I began to fear that he would try to make this encounter more than I wanted it to be. There was a time in my life when I could have easily put him down, but now, with his size it was obvious to me that things might happen that I did not want. I've been sitting in my apartment for over a year due to Covid 19 and feel much more weak than I ought.

It ended without anything untoward happening. I am still very frightened. How could I have been so foolish? I am thankful for that and there will not be a recurrence. I've been living as a woman since 2005, and now it is plain that things are no longer what they once were.

Gwen