Once upon a time… not really, but a few years ago, I was in need of money. I always am and lotto didn’t pay off yet.
My only reasonable solution was to share my home.With that in mind, I placed an announcement on Craigs list. Room for rent, house share.
Immediately I was inundated with responses. The woman who was accomanied by 5 cats. No. Sorry, my three rescued dogs wouldn’t have appreciated a cats invasion. Then the guy smelling excessively of Old Spice, who winked at me but had no job.
At last a normal looking man. Normal by my standards, blonde, shy-looking, medium height, knocked at my door.
He explained that he was married and they had two kids. He was also honest, which I appreciated, and confessed he had an internet affair, moved with the internet love of his life, but the love of his life kicked him out after two weeks.
Now, the poor guy, an engineer working in my neighborhood had no place to go. Oh! yes, the wife had a new boyfriend and would not have him back! You go girl!!!
His private love-life was not my business, so, we became house-mates. His room had a separate entrance and bathroom, so there were days when I didn’t see him.
He moved in. All was great!
To my surprise, one evening, he knocked at my bedroom’s door and asked how did I like it, us being roommates.
“Housemates!” I corrected him.
“Are you on the computer?” He asked me.
“Yes, I am.”
He gave me a woman’s exotic name and I searched for her profile in the social media. Immediately, there it popped up the picture of a woman sitting on a fake fur (I hope it was fake!!!), blonde, long hair, heavy make-up, a glass of wine in hand.
“Do you like her?” He asked me.
Oh, my God, this guy thinks I am gay and wants to fix me up… I thought as the fight or flight syndrome started to kick in.
“She is okay… I am sorry, if I gave you the wrong impression, but am not gay. Frankly, I wish I were, it would uncomplicate my life!”
He blushed like a maiden and whispered:
“SHE, is ME!”
Oh, just that! She was him. I thought as quickly as I could without fainting or showing any emotions, as it was hard to understand the concept…
I finally regained my voice and asked:
“…soooo let me understand. Do you like women or men, if you are transgendering to be a woman.”
“I still like women better, but could go both ways, ” he responded.
I was deep in thought for a few minutes and then expressed my understanding of this new situation:
“So, you are a transgender lesbian or bisexual if need be?”
He confirmed and we lived together, happily ever after for another month. At the end of the month he moved in with another guy who was also a transgender lesbian.
He didn’t keep in touch so I have no idea how the story ended, but for many months after he moved, my neighbor asked:
“That couple, who lived with you. They were strange. Never together… He was coming home from work at 5, in his business suite, and the wife was always going out around mid-night, all dressed up to kill and coming back in the morning. Hmm they were…. interesting.”
“Yep,” I’d responded, ” Like in the Cindarella fairy tale, only that she appeared at mid-night!”
The lesson: learn the huge difference between transgender and sexual preferences. Complex? Confused? Ask.