So it happened. No, not that...get your mind out of the gutter. I was hit on by a woman. And not just any woman. A fifty year old bisexual with HUGE fake boobs. She told me I was so pretty and would love to get to know me and see if she could convert me. She isn't unattractive and as well as my dating life has gone, I have sometimes wondered wouldn't it just be easier with a woman? Would she have the same irrational insecurities as me? Would she understand that I need definitive plans and not just a passing reference to getting together? Would she know when she needed to call or text just to say hi, so I wouldn't wonder if she was over me? I don't know. But it is something to think about.
Sadly though, I don't think I can go there. As persuasive as my female admirer is, she is just missing some parts I need and has too much in other areas that don't interest me. But how nice to realize I am attractive to more than just twenty four year old men and deranged lunatics.
And just to satisfy your curiosity. Here she is.